“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
“I am a stranger to half measures. With life I am on the attack, restlessly ferreting out each pleasure, foraging for answers, wringing from it even the pain. I ransack life, hunt it down. I am the hungry peasants storming the palace gates. I will have my share. No matter how it tastes.” MatterPainAnswersPleasureHalfShareTasteStrangerHungryGatesIntensityAggressionHuntsPalacesPeasantsForagingHalf Measures Book:Migrations of the Heart: An Autobiography Source: Migrations of the Heart: An Autobiography