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“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 book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

"Araby"
Dubliners (1914)

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

James Joyce book Dubliners

Source: Dubliners

“Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”

James Joyce book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“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 book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“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. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

Source: Dubliners

“I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.”

James Joyce

Source: About his wife, Nora. Selected Letters of James Joyce. http://www.slate.com/id/2181165

“She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

Source: Dubliners

“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 Ulysses

Source: Ulysses

“In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!”

James Joyce book Finnegans Wake

Page 104
Source: Finnegans Wake (1939)

“He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

Source: Dubliners

“For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.”

James Joyce book The Dead

Source: The Dead

“In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?”

James Joyce book The Dead

Source: The Dead

“I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

"Araby"
Dubliners (1914)

“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”

James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach

A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name — her name”

James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach

Alone, p. 18
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.”

James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach

Simples, p. 15
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess.”

James Joyce book Finnegans Wake

286.25-27
Finnegans Wake (1939)

“She dealt with moral problems the way a cleaver deals with meat: and in this case she had made up her mind.”

James Joyce book Dubliners

"The Boarding House"
Dubliners (1914)