Quotes by : James Joyce

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory....

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human....

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the....

—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of....

Our flesh shrinks from what it dreads and responds to the stimulus of what it desires by a purely reflex....

And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly,....

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.....

Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail’s bed. Yet someone had loved....