James Joyce
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joycewas an Irish novelist and poet. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde, and is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors of the twentieth century...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 February 1882
CityRathgar, Ireland
CountryIreland
pain flames fire
In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or puts an end to them by sinking under their weight. But in hell the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety, each pain, so to speak, taking fire from another and re-endowing that which has enkindled it with a still fiercer flame.
birthday passion other-worlds
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
proud
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
voice creating people
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know what we are creating?Which of us can control our scribblings? They are the script of one's personality like your voice or your walk
gratitude appreciation regret
Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
past long castles
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
writing heart cities
For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.
inspirational work passion
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
faith light soul
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light...
knowledge men errors
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
family mothers-day mom
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
old-friends no-friends
There's no friends like the old friends.
names blood foolish
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
art philosophy history
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.