Author of quotes: James Joyce. Page 4

Never know whose thoughts you chew.

And suddenly she wouldn't like it if I unexpectedly. Women should be careful. Catch them once with their pants all his life will not forgive.

Love loves to love love.

There are sins or (let us call them as world calls them) evil memories which one seeks to forget, to hide in the farthest recesses of the soul - however, hiding out there, they are waiting in the wings. He can make the memory of them fade, can throw them as if they did not exist, and almost to persuade himself that they were not at all or at least that they were quite different. But one random word will suddenly awaken them, and they will appear before him in the strangest of ways, in visions or in dreams, or in moments when the tambourine and harp cheer his soul, or in the serene coolness of silvery-clear in the evening, or in the middle of a midnight feast when he is flushed with wine. And this vision does not come down on him in anger, will not cause insult, will not hurt him, torn from the living, no, it'll appear in the dress of sorrow, the shroud of the past, silent and estranged reproach.

The first kiss decides everything. The fateful moment. Spring is kind of decompressed. All at once thrilled, though strong, and in the eyes. The first impulse is not to compare with anything. I remember before the hour of death.

A married man with a loose girl. That's what they most pleasant. To take away from the other man. Or at least to hear it. In me there is no such. I would not mess with another man's wife. Leftovers from another dish.

No birds in the sky, no fire in the fog -
Sea haze;
But there's a star-the memory
The fog had burned.
I remembered a clear brow and eyes,
And the darkness of the hair
All Zataevich suddenly, as waves the night -
And a storm of tears!
Oh, for something so fervently and fruitlessly
To grieve about that
Whose heart was anywhere,
But not with you?

Hatred at first sight.

Close your eyes and see.

She sat, surrounded by an icy wall of his perfections, and waited, that there is finally a fan that will take them by storm and offer her a brilliant life.

Man always feels the rise from fast movement on the open space...

Life is a right, a legal right to demand of us that we gave so much of themselves.

When people are hungry, they easily quarrel.

Man cannot truly love the beauty and the truth, if he does not Harbor disgust for the crowd; the same artist: although it may not appeal to the crowd, he should be able to turn away from her.