“In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or puts an end to them by sinking under their weight. But in hell the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety, each pain, so to speak, taking fire from another and re-endowing that which has enkindled it with a still fiercer flame.” LongStillsEndsPainSpeakHellFireHabitTerribleSorrowOvercomingWeightVarietyThis LifeFlamesIntensityTormentSinking Book:The Best of James Joyce Source: The Best of James Joyce
“But to everything in this world there comes an end; there even comes an end to the torments suffered in those intermediate states of transition when the last secret tear of one's soul is bitterly swallowed, and the crisis passes, resolving itself into some new sort of phase, which even as it comes into existence is fated in turn to pass away, to disappear in the eternal changing of the times and seasons.” WorldSoulEndsStatesLastsTurnsSecretExistenceThis WorldTearsEternalSeasonsCrisisDisappearTransitionPhasesTormentPassing Away Book:How It All Began: The Prison Novel Source: How It All Began: The Prison Novel