James Joyce Quotes
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.
James Joyce
Quotes to Explore
ISIS is on the offense, with the ability to attack at will, anyplace, anytime.
Jack Keane
I'm at the point age-wise where I've decided it's time to pass the baton to people who have several terms in front of them and have the energy and the excitement and the engagement that is necessary to carry it on.
Dan Coats
I was 16 and did a play at school. I was a rather good student... And then I did a play when I was 16 and completely lost all my concentration for academics.
Hank Azaria
The project of Ralph Ellison's 'Invisible Man' is exactly that: to assert the beautiful, bountiful, chaotic complexity of one black American male. And, by extension, all black American males.
Victor LaValle
Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
My politics are private, but many of my feminist politics cross over into my professional life.
Frances McDormand
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
Fulton Oursler
Michigan is my antidote to Manhattan. This is where I come to relax.
Mario Batali
People make art on the sides of buildings, and they'll make art on the sides of trains. They'll make art wherever they decide to make art. The technology that people are working with now will be replaced in 10 years, so that's not where your future is, if you're a musician.
T Bone Burnett
It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.
George Eliot
The Irish, as a race, have the oral tradition in their blood. A direct question to them is an anathema, but in other cases, a mere syllable of a hero's name will elicit whole chapters of stories.
P. L. Travers
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.
James Joyce