Quotes · Skopia

17 quotes

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Person·James Joyce✕clear

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile and cunning.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo....

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 2.0

Novel · Modernist literature

History...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Ulysses · 1922

★ 2.1

Novel · Modernist literature

And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by.

Finnegans Wake · 1939

★ 2.1

Novel · Modernist literature

First we feel. Then we fall.

Finnegans Wake · 1939

★ 2.1

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 3.7

Novel · Modernist literature

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

The sea... The snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

Shut your eyes and see.

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

He looked down the slope and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw some human figures lying. Those venal and furtive loves filled him with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life's feast.

Dubliners · 1914

★ 4.3

My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

Araby · 1914

★ 5.4

Novel · Modernist literature

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man · 1915

★ 5.4

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or reverie, he had heard their tale before.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 6.9

Novel · Modernist literature

They lived und laughed ant loved end left.

Finnegans Wake · 1939

★ 7.1

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 7.1