1 The yells of the suffering sinners fill the remotest corners of the vast abyss.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 His hands clenched convulsively and his teeth set together as he suffered the agony of its penetration.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 3 For how miserable will all those pleasures seem to the soul condemned to suffer in hellfire for ages and ages.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 A sin, an instant of folly and weakness, drove Adam and Eve out of Eden and brought death and suffering into the world.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 It was better never to have sinned, to have remained always a child, for God loved little children and suffered them to come to Him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 His soul sank back deeper into depths of contrite peace, no longer able to suffer the pain of dread, and sending forth, as he sank, a faint prayer.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 8 The mouths of the damned are full of blasphemies against God and of hatred for their fellow sufferers and of curses against those souls which were their accomplices in sin.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 Nor can nature escape from these intense and various tortures by succumbing to them for the soul is sustained and maintained in evil so that its suffering may be the greater.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 To retrieve the consequences of that sin the Only Begotten Son of God came down to earth, lived and suffered and died a most painful death, hanging for three hours on the cross.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 He bestowed them in his pockets with feigned composure and suffered the friendly teller, to whom his father chatted, to take his hand across the broad counter and wish him a brilliant career in after life.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 In hell, on the contrary, one torment, instead of counteracting another, lends it still greater force: and, moreover, as the internal faculties are more perfect than the external senses, so are they more capable of suffering.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 It broke from him like a wail of despair from a hell of sufferers and died in a wail of furious entreaty, a cry for an iniquitous abandonment, a cry which was but the echo of an obscene scrawl which he had read on the oozing wall of a urinal.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 14 A tremulous chill blew round his heart, no stronger than a little wind, and yet, listening and suffering silently, he seemed to have laid an ear against the muscle of his own heart, feeling it close and quail, listening to the flutter of its ventricles.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 15 Sunday was dedicated to the mystery of the Holy Trinity, Monday to the Holy Ghost, Tuesday to the Guardian Angels, Wednesday to saint Joseph, Thursday to the Most Blessed Sacrament of the Altar, Friday to the Suffering Jesus, Saturday to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 16 It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel; and, as he sat in the refectory, he suffered time after time in memory the same humiliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look like a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to see.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 17 In vague sacrificial or sacramental acts alone his will seemed drawn to go forth to encounter reality; and it was partly the absence of an appointed rite which had always constrained him to inaction whether he had allowed silence to cover his anger or pride or had suffered only an embrace he longed to give.
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