Previous Quote

James Joyce Quotes

Next Quote
Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. - Quote by James Joyce

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

James Joyce
Copy LinkCopy Link
Copy QuoteCopy Quote
Copy ImageCopy Image
Download Image of QuoteDownload Image

About The Quote

Related Authors

Related Topics

More Quotes From James Joyce

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.
James Joyce
To say that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic merit, is no better than to say he is rheumatic or diabetic.
James Joyce
The present is the now the here through which all future plunges to the past.
James Joyce
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer.
James Joyce
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
James Joyce
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer.
James Joyce
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
James Joyce
Every life is many days day after day. We walk through ourselves meeting robbers ghosts giants old men young men wives widows brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
James Joyce
Report Quote Report Quote Report Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote