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Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
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Farnam Street • Hunter S. Thompson’s Letter on Finding Your Purpose and Living a Meaningful Life
To merge his life in the common tide of other lives was harder for him than any fasting or prayer, and it was his constant failure to do this to his own satisfaction which caused in his soul at last a sensation of spiritual dryness together with a growth of doubts and scruples.
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
—Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret cause.—
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile, and cunning.—
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future.
James Joyce • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (AmazonClassics Edition)
In other words, what if we experience the world as disenchanted because, in part, enchantment is an effect of a certain kind of attention we bring to bear on the world and we are now generally habituated against this req... See more
L. M. Sacasas • If Your World Is Not Enchanted, You're Not Paying Attention
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.