Best 202 quotes in «ireland quotes» category

When boys called Bob and Bono would bring their own wild-rhythm celebration and the world would fall down in worshipful hallelujahs as it again acknowledged Ireland's capacity to create missionaries. So what if they were "the boys in the band"? They sang from a pulpit, an enormous pulpit looking down on a congregation that would knock your eyes out. A city that had produced Joyce and Beckett and Yeats, a country that had produced poet-heroes and more priests and nuns per head of population than almost any on earth was not going to spawn boys who just wanted to stand before a packed hall of gyrating teenagers and strum their guitars and sing. They had to have a message. One of salvation; they were in it to save the world. Like I said, we're teachers, missionaries.

When it comes to the wedding bands in Cork, hire only the best, i.e. White Diamond Wedding Band as we deliver 2.5 hours long live entertainment that would keep your guests dancing and entertained.

When the British Empire turned their back on millions of Irish dying during the Great Famine, Muslim nations sent food relief.

Who should be held accountable for a shared history of violence? It was a question that was dogging Northern Ireland as a whole.

Who're them?" says he to the curate. "Them are the fallen angels," says the curate. They had a human form, no wings. God took the wings off of 'em after Lucifer rebelled - that way they couldn't go back, d'you see. They had no wings. But there was so many of 'em that you couldn't drive a knife down between 'em. They were as thick as hair on a dog's back. They were the finest people he ever seen. And whatever way he looked at 'em, some o' the finest girls he ever seen was in it, he said. They had to be good-looking, you know! 'Twas the sin o' pride put Lucifer down, d'you see. The best-looking angel in Heaven, 'twas the sin o' pride put him down. I s'pose they were nearly all as good-looking.

Where does it lead, this rockrose path?

Yes, I just…” Should I be honest and sound like a complete loser? Oh why the hell not? “I have not had a kiss like that in a while.” I licked my lips. He looked me dead in the eye. “Good.” A wave of silence crashed over us. I didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, I better get going. See you soon?” I nodded dumbly. “Mmm-hmm.” He smiled and began to walk away. I couldn’t just let him go! “Declan!” He turned. “Yes, Cake?” Come on, brain! Think of something! “What should I wear? I mean, what kind of place is Shellshock?” Yes, yes, that was fine… damage averted. “California casual.” “Oh, ok.” I think I knew what that meant. Spend three hours getting ready to make it look like you just threw any-ol’-thing on. “Have a nice night.” He flicked his head my way. “You too.” Then he was gone. And then I was sad. It was ridiculous. Preposterous, even. I was going to have to come clean about the ring- eventually. I hoped he didn’t bring it up because I would probably tell the poor guy my life story to get to why the ring he bought meant so much to me.

Win or lose the battle, you're on the winning side because you know the Lord." ~ Rowen

You and me,” Ulrik said. “No friendship has ever been stronger, and there’s nothing that will ever tear apart our bond.” Con looked at him, a wide smile in place. “Brothers.” “Brothers.

You were so intent on what your purpose would be. I remember it nearly word for word." "Recite it for me then, my Lainna." She smiled a warm, soft smile, and her eyes filled with light. "You would waken in your bedchamber with your lady beside you...

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.

You turn the lights on and off here and if you can’t sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room…” her voice broke off. “Wait. Can you read?” His chin took a slight tilt upward. “Aye,” Faolán replied, his voice cool, “in English, Gaelic, Latin, or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty, and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a lady’s ears. I can also count all the way up to…” He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes, “…twenty.” – Faolán MacIntyre

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

I'd love to live in Ireland but I'd like to live as me, not what someone thinks I am. People don't understand - I lived there before I was famous.

If it's not a contract I want then I won't sign it. That's not a threat.

I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff

In Ireland, I don't get asked out much. English boys are a lot more flirty.

I said, in talking, that I felt more and more the time wasted that was not spent in Ireland.

If you grew up Protestant in Ireland, of course, at least in the twentieth century, there was always a contingent that would never really consider you Irish. Meanwhile in Britain you'd never quite be considered British. You fell into a gap in the definitions.

I grew up in Ireland, so I do not have a lot of respect for most politicians.

I put all my eggs in one basket and invested in property. I didn't do anything internationally - it was all in Ireland.

Ireland unfree shall never be at peace

It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?

I speak many times about Stephen Ireland, that he is shy like a hedgehog.

I've lived in the UK for longer than I lived in Ireland. I'm not worried about myself, but it's ridiculous for youngsters.

It was amazing that I was ever elected.

I've always liked it here. Part of me is Irish. My family comes from the west coast, so whenever I come to Ireland I get a wee tingling in my heart that I'm where I belong.

My only counsel to Ireland is that in order to become deeply Irish, she must become European.

I was elected by the women of Ireland, who instead of rocking the cradle, rocked the system.

I was born in Northern Ireland in 1951. I lived most of my life there until 1986 or 1987

I would love to write the story of my upbringing in Ireland.

My mum's parents were from Ireland, my dad's mum was American-Irish.

Oh, all kinds of lunacy happens in Ireland, all kinds of lunacy.

Sport and death are the two great socializing factors in Ireland.

A landscape fossilized, It's stone-wall patternings Repeated before our eyes In the stone walls of Mayo. Before I turned to go He talked about persistence, A congruence of lives, How, stubbed and cleared of stones, His home accrued growth rings Of iron, flint and bronze - "Belderg

The British Government has no right in Ireland, never had any right in Ireland, and never can have any right in Ireland.

The Irish aren't great singers, but they have great songs.

We dont vote in Northern Ireland for what we want, we vote against what we dont want.

When John (Giles) was manager of Ireland, much as he loved me, he still dropped me.

A face on him as long as a hare's back leg.

After a moment, she announced. "Found it." She held the key up to show him. "Where did you find it?" "Under the back wheel." With laughter in her voice, she said, "If at first you don't succeed..." "I know, I know. Try, try again!" Amelia shook her head. "No, no! You call Moore Detective Agency. She can find anything.

The cause of Labour is the cause of Ireland, and the cause of Ireland is the cause of Labour

The Irish always jest even though they jest with tears.

There is no topicmore soporific and generally boring than the topic of Ireland as Ireland, as a nation.

Alainn, it is no herb that has made me so entirely insatiable, 'tis just being with you.

And he got going from there to America. Worked his passage, I s'pose, like a lot more. And I heard he did well in America, too. Got married there. Had a family. But never came back. And you know why? 'Cause if he did, if he ever set foot in Ireland again, you know who'd be waiting for him, don't you? That's right. The three of 'em. And their box. And the second time they'd make no mistake. It is a much-overlooked fact that not all of the thousands who fled Ireland in former times did so to escape hunger, deprivation, and persecution. There were also those who went to escape the wrath of the Good People. Many stories illustrated this, the one here being typical.

Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have found out by being on the edge of conversations where Americans assumed no Englishmen were listening. And it is the English, specifically, who are the targets of this. Few Americans have heard of Wales. All of them have heard of Ireland and many of them think they are Irish. Scotland gets a sort of free pass, especially since Braveheart re-established the Scots' anti-English credentials among the ignorant millions who get their history off the TV.

A nation which fails to adequately remember salient points of its own history, is like a person with Alzheimer's. And that can be a social disease of a most destructive nature.

And if I was bewildered through those decades, totally bewildered, so was the country I came from. The majority, what was the phrase? 'Condemn utterly what is happening, this barbarity.' But that's all we did. Condemn. And march. But not often enough.

And here I thought that smile you wore was because of me.