James Joyce cytaty

strona 6

„We wszystkim trzeba umieć uchwycić odpowiedni moment.”

„Człowiek mógłby żyć samotnie przez całe życie. Ale chociaż sam mógłby wykopać swój własny grób, musi mieć kogoś, kto go pochowa.”

„Nie można być jednocześnie dorosłym człowiekiem i chrześcijaninem.”

„Uderzony czas oddaje, cios za cios.”

„Człowiek genialny nie myli się; jego pomyłki są zamierzone, są bramą prowadzącą do odkryć.”

„Prawdziwość oszczerstwa nie chroni w oczach prawa przed oskarżeniem o rozpowszechnianie go.”

„Uśmiech wędruje daleko.”

„Rzeźnicy robią się podobni do surowych befsztyków.”

„Nigdy nie wiesz, czyje myśli przeżuwasz.”

„Lustro to najlepsze miejsce dla ogłoszeń, żeby wpadły w oko kobiecie.”

„Aptekarze rzadko się przenoszą. Za ciężko przesuwać te zielone i złote słoje.”

„Molo – rozczarowany most.”

„Domem Irlandczyka jest jego trumna.”

„Bóg jest daleko.”

„Kto rano wstaje, temu się źle zdaje.”

„Historia jest nocną zmorą, z której staramy się przebudzić.”

„Walczę, by przezwyciężyć słabość, strach, by odnieść zwycięstwo nad sobą.”

„Eksperyment – pułapka zastawiona na Boga.”

„Miał trochę odwagi ten pierwszy facet, który zerwał roślinę, żeby się leczyć.”

“There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.”

“He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?”

“I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.”

“Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is growing!”

“The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.”

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

“(Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle.”

“Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset.”

“My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?”

“You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.”

“Loveward above the glancing oar”

“The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.”

“Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life.”

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

“Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry”

“We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia.”

“I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear.”

“[Robinson Crusoe] is the true prototype of the British colonist, as Friday (the trusty slave who arrives on an unlucky day) is the symbol of the subject races. The whole Anglo-Saxon spirit is in Crusoe: the manly independence; the unconscious cruelty; the persistence; the slow yet efficient intelligence; the sexual apathy; the practical, well-balanced religiousness; the calculating taciturnity.”

“One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.”

“the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld, for scarce one, or pathetically few of his dode canal sammenlivers cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Iuld van Dijke (the gravitational pull perceived by certain fixed residents and the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our system suggesting the authenticitatem of his aliquitudinis) he canonicity of his existence as a tesseract. Be still, O quick! Speak him dumb! Hush ye fronds of Ulma!”

“When I hear the word "stream" uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristram Shandy, not to mention the Agamemnon.”

“Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence.”

“This is the moment which I call epiphany. First we recognise that the object is one integral thing, then we recognise that it is an organised composite structure, a thing in fact: finally, when the relation of the parts is exquisite, when the parts are adjusted to the special point, we recognise that it is that thing which it is. Its soul, its whatness, leaps to us from the vestment of its appearance. The soul of the commonest object, the structure of which is so adjusted, seems to us radiant. The object achieves its epiphany.”

“For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Filstup. So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth thereof the. Dor.”

“Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above”

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

“Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken”

“Every age must look for its sanction to its poetry and philosophy, for in these the human mind, as it looks backward or forward, attains to an eternal state.”

“Boor, bond of thy herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!”