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To see Annie Liffey trip, tumble and caper.
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Seashell ebb music wayriver she flows.


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Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he ...
JAMES JOYCE
He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still ca...
JAMES JOYCE
A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart, and went coursing in warm flood along his arte...
JAMES JOYCE
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Du...
JAMES JOYCE
There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them ...
JAMES JOYCE
I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life...
JAMES JOYCE
It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park...
JAMES JOYCE
No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.
JAMES JOYCE
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some ...
JAMES JOYCE
Love between man and woman is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse, and friendshi...
JAMES JOYCE
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
JAMES JOYCE
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in t...
JAMES JOYCE
I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her ...
JAMES JOYCE
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes bur...
JAMES JOYCE
There's no friends like the old friends.
JAMES JOYCE
He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He h...
JAMES JOYCE
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real
adventures, I reflected, do not happen t...
JAMES JOYCE
Too excited to be genuinely happy
JAMES JOYCE
Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.
JAMES JOYCE
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glor...
JAMES JOYCE
They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn’t broken already....
JAMES JOYCE
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding,...
JAMES JOYCE
Let my country die for me.
JAMES JOYCE
I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or ...
JAMES JOYCE
My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
JAMES JOYCE
no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns
JAMES JOYCE
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
JAMES JOYCE
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
JAMES JOYCE
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inc...
JAMES JOYCE
His sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivided and squalid way of life. Hi...
JAMES JOYCE
But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of m...
JAMES JOYCE
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the bla...
JAMES JOYCE
Love loves to love love.
JAMES JOYCE
Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pr...
JAMES JOYCE
I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all...
JAMES JOYCE
My sweet naughty girl I got your hot letter tonight and have been trying to picture you frigging you...
JAMES JOYCE
Estaba destinado a aprender su propia sabiduría aparte de los otros o a aprender la sabiduría de l...
JAMES JOYCE
If you can put your five fingers throught it, it is a gate, if not a door.
JAMES JOYCE
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
JAMES JOYCE
We did do very well in the transactions over $100 million that we chose to pursue, signing 11 and lo...
JAMES JOYCE (BUSINESSMAN)
It is a tragic case of overloading the back porches, ... use common sense.
JAMES JOYCE (CHICAGO FIRE COMMISSIONER)
It's so easy to settle for less than God's best for us because we don't always feel like...
JOYCE MEYER
Yes, God does expect us to live holy, consecrated lives. But not even the best of our intentions can...
JOYCE MEYER
As a celebrity, you get a certain number of free passes. You're actually in a better position if...
JOYCE BROTHERS
There is such a thing as bad publicity.
JOYCE BROTHERS
I don't give advice. I can't tell anybody what to do. Instead I say this is what we know abo...
JOYCE BROTHERS
I have found in work that you only get back what you put into it, but it does come back gift-wrapped...
JOYCE BROTHERS
The topic of trust is an important factor in all matters of the heart - and here's why. Men lie ...
JOYCE BROTHERS
Never try to negotiate with anyone after he or she has eaten. People are best persuaded on an empty ...
JOYCE BROTHERS
Credit buying is much like being drunk. The buzz happens immediately and gives you a lift... The han...
JOYCE BROTHERS