Top 500 James Joyce Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Unsheathe your dagger definitions; Horseness is the Whatness of All Horse...”

— James Joyce

202. “Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.”

— James Joyce

203. “I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

— James Joyce

204. “After sound, light and heat, memory, will and understanding.”

— James Joyce

205. “All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.”

— James Joyce

206. “The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.”

— James Joyce

207. “I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear.”

— James Joyce

208. “Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and a bottle.”

— James Joyce

209. “He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.”

— James Joyce

210. “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.”

— James Joyce

211. “Too excited to be genuinely happy.”

— James Joyce

212. “Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. On.”

— James Joyce

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

— James Joyce

214. “That is god... A shout in the street,′ Stephen answered...”

— James Joyce

215. “He would fall. He had not yet fallen but he would fall silently, in an instant. Not to fall was too hard, too hard: and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling but not yet fallen, still unfallen but about to fall.”

— James Joyce

216. “What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?”

— James Joyce

217. “The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.”

— James Joyce

218. “God, these bloody English! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You.”

— James Joyce

219. “Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.”

— James Joyce

220. “Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.”

— James Joyce

221. “Here Comes Everybody.”

— James Joyce

222. “I think a child should be allowed to take his father’s or mother’s name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.”

— James Joyce

223. “He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.”

— James Joyce

224. “He used to call her Poppens out of fun.”

— James Joyce

225. “Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”

— James Joyce

226. “The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.”

— James Joyce

227. “Love, yes. Word known to all men.”

— James Joyce

228. “The dull light fell more faintly upon the page whereon another equation began to unfold itself slowly and to spread abroad its widening tail. It was his own soul going forth to experience, unfolding itself sin by sin, spreading abroad the balefire o fits burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quenching its own lights and fires. they were quenched; and the cold darkness filled chaos.”

— James Joyce

229. “Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.”

— James Joyce

230. “He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

— James Joyce

231. “England is in the hands of the jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the signs of a nation’s decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation’s vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying.”

— James Joyce

232. “It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.”

— James Joyce

233. “Shite and onions!”

— James Joyce

234. “The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.”

— James Joyce

235. “Some of it is ugly, obscene and bestial, some of it is pure and holy and spiritual: all of it is myself.”

— James Joyce

236. “I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses.”

— James Joyce

237. “One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover’s eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.”

— James Joyce

238. “The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...”

— James Joyce

239. “Tenors get women by the score.”

— James Joyce

240. “Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can’t play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M’Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won’t last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.”

— James Joyce

241. “Oh rocks!′ says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. ‘Tell us in plain words.”

— James Joyce

242. “It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...”

— James Joyce

243. “O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.”

— James Joyce

244. “And thanks be to God, Johnny, said Mr Dedalus, that we lived so long and did so little harm.”

— James Joyce

245. “Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.”

— James Joyce

246. “Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through, read her very soul.”

— James Joyce

247. “He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld.”

— James Joyce

248. “In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?”

— James Joyce

249. “It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”

— James Joyce

250. “A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.”

— James Joyce