James Joyce Quotes About Reality

Quotes about: Reality

• Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

  James Joyce

  Life, Reality, Race

  A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man ch. 5 (1916)

• Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life.

  James Joyce

  Reality, Giving, Imagination

  James Joyce (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of James Joyce (Illustrated)”, p.2219, Delphi Classics

• What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.

  James Joyce

  Reality, Knowing, Mind

• Away! Away! The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are held out to say: We are alone. Come. And the voices say with them: We are your kinsmen. And the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman, making ready to go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth... Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

  James Joyce

  Moon, Reality, Race

  A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man ch. 5 (1916)

• By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

  James Joyce

  Real, Echoes, World

  James Joyce (1992). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, p.70, Wordsworth Editions

• Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. It speaks of what seems fantastic and unreal to those who have lost the simple intuitions which are the test of reality; and, as it is often found at war with its age, so it makes no account of history, which is fabled by the daughters of memory.

  James Joyce

  Daughter, Memories, War

  James Joyce (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of James Joyce (Illustrated)”, p.2218, Delphi Classics

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