Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Quote by James Joyce

Topics: Love Quotes

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out...

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out...

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools...

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools...

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say...

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say...

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a...

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as...

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than...

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than...

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is...

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is...

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.