Dubliners is arguably the best-known and most influential collection of short stories written in English, and has been since its publication in 1914. Through what Joyce described as their "style of scrupulous meanness," the stories present a direct, sometimes searing view of Dublin in... read more
““A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” "The Dead"“...and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: araby, irish_short_stories, love 111 people liked it like“Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners64 people liked it like“One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: age, passion 57 people liked it like“Too excited to be genuinely happy” ― James Joyce, Dubliners46 people liked it like“There's no friends like the old friends.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners19 people liked it like“Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: painful-case 18 people liked it like“It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners15 people liked it like“He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: painful-case 14 people liked it like“When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners12 people liked it like“She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: men, post-office, respect, women 11 people liked it like“Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners11 people liked it like“I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners10 people liked it like“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. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners6 people liked it like“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: self-reflection 5 people liked it like“Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.” ― James Joyce, Dublinerstags: food 5 people liked it like“The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners5 people liked it like“Love between man and woman is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse, andfriendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners4 people liked it like“There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners2 people liked it like“No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners2 people liked it like“It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners2 people liked it like“He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners2 people liked it like“School and home seem to recede from us and their influences upon us seemed to wane.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners2 people liked it like“His head was large, globular and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set upon it sideways, looked like a bulb which had grown out of another.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners1 person liked it like“لماذا يخيل إليّ أن كل كلمة أحاول التعبير بها عن شعوري تقصر عن تحقيق هذا الغرض ، وتأتي باردة جافة لا معنى لها ؟ هل السبب أنه ما من كلمة في اللغة تبلغ رقتها أن تصلح اسمًا لك ؟” ― James Joyce, Dubliners1 person liked it like“He used to call her Poppens out of fun.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners1 person liked it like“A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart, and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of, or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory..” ― James Joyce, Dubliners1 person liked it like“Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every understanding of our human nature, understood that not all men were called to the religious life, that by far the vast majority were forced to live in the world, and, to a certain extent, for the world.” ― James Joyce, Dubliners”
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