Ireland Quotes
Old, is it?" the man asks."Yes, very.""Pre-war, is it?""Yes, " I say. "If by war you mean the Norman invasion.
My own brother calling me a brickhead. Sneering faeries insulting me. Women punching me in the face. How much more am I to swallow in one bloody day?
Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.
In all of the possible scenarios Kian had envisioned, encountering a lunatic had not been one of them. It just showed him that he could never be completely prepared.
After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again."A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast.""I'm quite a man.
You aren't meant to be a prisoner. You're powerful and incredible." "You've no' seen me in dragon form.""I don't have to. I see the man before me now.
His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss.He seized, he captured.He dominated.And she loved every second of it.
...being a weatherman in Ireland is about the biggest scam going.
We had found nothing, and had been lost several times already in one morning, so this was shaping up into a top travel experience.
There were so many wrongs piling up on both sides, so much of the past being dragged into the present, that living there was like carving the story of your life on to a sepulchral monument.
An cinniúnt, is dócha: féach an féileacán úd thall atá ag foluain os cionn mo choinnle. Ní fada go loiscfear a sciatháin mhaiseacha: cá bhfios dúinne nach bhfuil a fhios sin aige, freisin?
Tír gan teanga, tír gan anam. A country without a language is a country without a soul.
Up and down' is Irish for anything at all--from crying into the dishes to full-blown psychosis. Though, now that I think about, a psychotic is more usually 'not quite herself'.
I would’ve loved to return to me home of Ireland, but Joshua never made the bloody pikes he was flogged for.
And lucky indeed is the writer who has grown up in Ireland, for the English spoken there is so amusing and musical. (“How to Write with Style”. Essay, 1985)
Finn stood abruptly. "We need to follow 'em." "But aren't they followin' us? If we go after them, the five of us will be goin' around in circles.
Since Ireland’s independence declaration was a century older, I could not be sure if his self-evident truths meant as much as they would in America.
I wish to be buried in Ireland, the country of my adoption a country which I loved, which I have dutifully served, and for which I believe I have sacrificed my life.
That guy in the corner. Never tells the truth, as a matter of principle. Why answer a question, he says, if you can tell a good story instead?
From one small spark a bushfire grows.Sellers of misery are our foes.Merging ruthlessly tongues of flame.Point your finger at those to blame.
Don't become a grumpy old dater! Life ids for living, laughing and loving!Stop searching, start finding!
Who're them?" says he to the curate."Them are the fallen angels, " says the c
If peace came it would have to do so when there had been time to allow the hatred to grow out of people’s thinking.
My dear boy, in Ireland the midwife uses one hand to hold the baby's best fighting arm from the font water, and grips its jaws with the other lest the goes to litigation about it. Says O'LiamRoe
Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.
Limerick gained a reputation for piety, but we knew it was only the rain.
a grin that wasn't natural, and that combined in a strange way affection and arrogance, the arrogance of the idealist who doesn't realize how easily he can be fooled.
When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood God blessed the green island he saw it was good. The Emerald of Europe it sparkled and shone In the ring of this world the most precious stone.
Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall.
