When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.
Thought is the thought of thought. - James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
- James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. - James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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.
As you are now so once were we. - James Joyce
As you are now so once were we.
Shut your eyes and see. - James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. - James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. - James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Absence, the highest form of presence. - James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. - James Joyce
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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