James Joyce Zitate

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„Liebe liebt es, Liebe zu lieben.“

„Morgen werde ich das sein, was ich heute baue. Heute bin ich das, was ich gestern gebaut habe.“

„Um zu lernen, muss man demütig sein. Aber das Leben ist der große Lehrer.“

„Der längste Umweg ist der kürzeste nach Hause.“

„Ich kann keine Zeit zurückbringen. Als würde man Wasser in der Hand halten.“

„Das Ziel des Künstlers ist die Erschaffung des Schönen. Was das Schöne ist, ist eine andere Frage.“

„Versteht es niemand?“

„Schließe deine Augen und sieh.“

„Das Leben ist zu kurz, um ein schlechtes Buch zu lesen.“

„… meine Seele ist in Triest.“

„Schreib es, verdammt, schreib es! Wofür bist du noch gut?“

„Sie können immer noch sterben, wenn die Sonne scheint.“

„Sie lebten und lachten und liebten und gingen.“

“Have read little and understood less.”

“I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real
adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.”

“Let my country die for me.”

“When a man is born… there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.”

“As you are now so once were we.”

“Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.”

“My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.”

“The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.”

“Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”

“This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.”

“He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.”

“It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”

“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.”

“What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.”

“The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.”

“Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. I will see if I can see.
See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”

“A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.”

“Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.”

“All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light, but though I seem to be driven out of my country as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine.”

“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.”

“Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an aesthetic end.”

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

“What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?”

“Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.”

“There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.”

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo”

“Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.”

“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”

“I am proud to be an emotionalist.”