Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
James JoyceUnder cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.
James JoyceYou behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.
James JoyceHer name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. 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.
James Joyce