What did James Joyce mean by: He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. - James Joyce Writer · Ireland Copy
+ What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Destruction, Prayer, Soul, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Pages, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious. Feraz Zeid, October 19, 2023December 26, 2023, James Joyce, Serious, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Gloves, Hands, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Joyce, Short Time, Stride, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ Mistakes are the portals of discovery. Feraz Zeid, October 6, 2023December 26, 2023, James Joyce, Encouragement, Inspiration, Mistake, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ All human history moves towards one great goal Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023January 10, 2024, James Joyce, Goal, Soccer, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
+ What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is my own. Feraz Zeid, August 7, 2023December 12, 2023, James Joyce, Love, Mines, 0 - James Joyce Writer · Ireland
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
