Finnegans Wake Quotes

“So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I’ll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he’d come from Arkangels, I sink I’d die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup.”

“They lived and laughed and loved and left.”

“A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”

“First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes ... for my time has come.”

“One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.”

“And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.”

“Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green...”

“He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.”

“It is their segnall for old Champelysied to seek the shades of his retirement and for young Chappielassies to tear a round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan’s Wake.”

“Never slip the silver key of gate through your golden age.”

“For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I’ll slip away before they’re up. They’ll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me.”

“Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards.”

“Let us leave theories there and return to here’s hear.”

“Make me feel good in the moontime.”

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“The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his joyicity.”

“Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low!”

“I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me.”

“In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!”

“Others are as tired of themselves as you are. Let each one learn to bore himself.”