James Joyce: Citations en anglais (Page 3)

“The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.”

“Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.”

“Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.”

“Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.”

“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.”

“The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”

“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”

“Too excited to be genuinely happy”

“I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.”

“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

“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?”

“You can still die when the sun is shining.”

“The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.”

“What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.”