James Joyce Quotes
The fragrant hair,Falling as through the silence falleth nowDusk of the air.
James Joyce
Quotes to Explore
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Cuba needs a dose of perestroika.
Carlos Fuentes
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There are so many songs in my heart and in my brain. I wake up at 2 in the morning, and I have to get up and sing them. There are so many of them, it's ridiculous.
Aaron Neville
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I enjoy all kinds of performances and take each role differently. I keep the audiences in mind.
Ram Kapoor
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Any child knows that history can only be a reduced representation of reality, but it must be a true one, not distorted by queer lenses.
Samuel E. Morison
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When I got on stage, I would have a rush of adrenaline; everybody gets it. Normally after the first night it becomes more controllable, and as long as I could ride the wave, I was still in charge.
Samantha Bond
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They that are intoxicated by self-conceit have interposed themselves between it and the Divine and infallible Physician. Witness how they have entangled all men, themselves included, in the mesh of their devices. They can neither discover the cause of the disease, nor have they any knowledge of the remedy.
Baha'u'llah
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As a kid, I was obsessed with Broadway cast recordings, and I would totally mimic and memorize every little choice that these actors made.
Andrew Keenan-Bolger
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The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.
Jackie Robinson
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It was good to play St. Joseph because down there in Corpus Christi and in the playoffs, they allow all the physical stuff like that.
Adam Morris
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The real resistance now is to an art which forces its audience to recognize and accept imaginatively, in their nerve ends, not the facts of life but the facts of death and violence: absurd, random, gratuitous, unjustified, and inescapably part of the society we have created.
Al Alvarez
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I have no ambitions to be a cabinet minister, or prime minister. I wouldn't wish being prime minister on my worst enemy.
Louise Mensch
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The fragrant hair,Falling as through the silence falleth nowDusk of the air.
James Joyce