Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. - James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
- James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought. - James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
As you are now so once were we. - James Joyce
As you are now so once were we.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. - James Joyce
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
Shut your eyes and see. - James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. - James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. - James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
Absence, the highest form of presence. - James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
As I am. As I am. All or not at all. - James Joyce
As I am. As I am. All or not at all.
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