807 Quotes by James Joyce

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and howIn the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

We can't change the world, but we can change the subject

As true as I’m drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he’d try to downface you that dying was living.

Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hair growth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet wine grapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.

Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.

She ate the apple and gave it also to Adam who had not the moral courage to resist her.

Non servirò ciò in cui non credo più, si chiami questo la casa, la patria o la Chiesa: e tenterò di esprimere me stesso in un qualunque modo di vita o di arte quanto più potrò liberamente e integralmente, adoperando per difendermi le sole armi che mi concedo di usare: il silenzio, l'esilio e l'astuzia.

He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.

Like distant music these words that he had written years before were borne towards him from the past.