James Joyce Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• 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 revery, he had heard their tale before.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Eye, Past

  James Joyce (1992). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, p.52, Wordsworth Editions

• Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

  James Joyce

  Food, Heart, Fowl

  Ulysses (1922) p. 53

• My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Eye, Tears

  James Joyce, Laurence Davies (1993). “Dubliners”, p.18, Wordsworth Editions

• Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Dark, Tyrants

  James Joyce, General Press (2016). “Ulysses”, p.29, GENERAL PRESS

• 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.

  James Joyce

  Writing, Heart, Cities

  James Joyce (2016). “Stephen Hero & A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Two Autobiographical Novels): Including Biography of the Author”, p.386, e-artnow

• And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

  James Joyce

  Love, Heart, Eye

  Ulysses (1922)

• When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Dublin, Dies

  "Ariel Sharon's memorial service and funeral - as it happened" by Matthew Weaver, www.theguardian.com. January 13, 2014.

• Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.

  James Joyce

  Prayer, Confused, Heart

  James Joyce (2015). “Dubliners”, p.27, First Avenue Editions

• Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.

  James Joyce

  Running, Home, Heart

  James Joyce (1967). “Dubliners”, p.106, Lulu.com

• Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuee! Nuee! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream . . . there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears . . . for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!

  James Joyce

  Silly, Heart, Rivers

• His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

  James Joyce

  Love, Romantic, Heart

  James Joyce (2005). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, p.78, Collector's Library

• Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up and there you are... Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Blood, Broken

  James Joyce (2013). “The Best of James Joyce”, p.462, Simon and Schuster

• And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?

  James Joyce

  Morning, Tired, Heart

  James Joyce (2011). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Thrift Study Edition”, p.158, Courier Corporation

• My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Calm, My Heart

  James Joyce (2016). “James Joyce The Dover Reader”, p.242, Courier Dover Publications

• The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

  James Joyce

  Dream, Heart, Vision

  James Joyce (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of James Joyce (Illustrated)”, p.370, Delphi Classics

• He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Sick, Chaos

  James Joyce (2016). “JAMES JOYCE Premium Collection: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Dubliners, Chamber Music & Exiles”, p.11, e-artnow

• She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

  James Joyce

  Dream, Heart, Men

  James Joyce (2013). “The Best of James Joyce”, p.699, Simon and Schuster

• (...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Littles, Size

  James Joyce (2016). “JAMES JOYCE Premium Collection: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Dubliners, Chamber Music & Exiles”, p.637, e-artnow

• Deal with him, Hemingway!

  James Joyce

  Heart, Deals

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

  James Joyce

  Beautiful, Heart, Beautiful Life

  James Joyce (1992). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, p.131, Wordsworth Editions

• Heart of my heart, were it more,
  More would be laid at your feet.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Feet, Would Be

  James Joyce (2016). “James Joyce: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.146, Book House

• O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

  James Joyce

  Love, Sex, Heart

  James Joyce (2016). “ULYSSES (Modern Classics Series)”, p.681, e-artnow

• There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

  James Joyce

  Heart, Athlete, Feet

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