The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
James JoyceRead
And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the simplicity and intricacies of life, drawing parallels between human experiences and those of a bird.
James Joyce uses the imagery of a bird to explore the complexities and simplicities of life. He questions the nature of judgment and how one perceives another's existence, emphasizing that life can be both straightforward and intricate, much like a bird's daily routine filled with joy, restlessness, and fatigue. This invites reflection on our understanding and empathy towards others, highlighting the beauty and fragility of life.
In practice
Use this quote in a discussion about the complexities of human emotions during a philosophy class.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.
If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.
I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.
I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset - tears are words waiting to be written.
If you wish to upset the law that all crows are black, you mustn't seek to show that no crows are; it is enough if you prove one single crow to be white.
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