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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Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?
Jon Bon Jovi
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Ah, what a life is theirs who live in Christ; How vast the mystery! Reaching in height to heaven, and in its depth The unfathomed sea!
Elizabeth Prentiss
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Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.
Walt Whitman
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It's a sad and stupid thing to have to proclaim yourself a revolutionary just to be a decent man.
David Harris
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We seem to be getting closer and closer to a situation where nobody is responsible for what they did but we are all responsible for what somebody else did.
Thomas Sowell
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The fragrant hair,Falling as through the silence falleth nowDusk of the air.
James Joyce