Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again…

Quote by James Joyce

Topics: Love Quotes

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals...

'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake

'History,' Stephen said, 'is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or...

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

A man's errors are his portals of discovery.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

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...

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

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

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...

The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.

The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.