All Quotes By Tag: Ireland

“He decides it is better to die in Ireland than in Paris because in Ireland the outdoors looks like the outdoors and gravestones are mossy and chipped, and the letters wear down with the wind and the rain so everyone gets forgotten in time, and life flies on.”

“I find that romance is for readers. I want adventures; they are for the living.”

“Cad é an mhaith dom eagla a bheith orm? Ní shaorfadh eagla duine ón mbás, dar ndóigh.”

“Ettie knew the best thing to do would be to put some distance between her and Daire. Being so close to him was making her feel… all sorts of wanton, lustful things.”

“I want to show you what it means to be held in the arms of someone who yearns to worship your body. I want you all to myself with no outside distractions. I want to fill you, to join our bodies and make love to you for centuries.”

“I stare at my hands and remember my dad’s and how I trusted them when I was a kid until I learned that they could turn into fists. And words could hurt even more than the bruises.”

“I was born Katie O’Reilly,” she began. “Poor Irish, but proud of it. I boarded the Titanic at Queenstown as a third class passenger with nothing more than the clothes on my back. And the law at my heels.” Titanic Rhapsody”

“World is suddener than we fancy it.”

“Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.”

“Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place.”

“In prehistoric times, early man was bowled over by natural events: rain, thunder, lightning, the violent shaking and moving of the ground, mountains spewing deathly hot lava, the glow of the moon, the burning heat of the sun, the twinkling of the stars. Our human brain searched for an answer, and the conclusion was that it all must be caused by something greater than ourselves – this, of course, sprouted the earliest seeds of religion. This theory is certainly reflected in faery lore. In the beautiful sloping hills of Connemara in Ireland, for example, faeries were believed to have been just as beautiful, peaceful, and pleasant as the world around them. But in the Scottish Highlands, with their dark, brooding mountains and eerie highland lakes, villagers warned of deadly water-kelpies and spirit characters that packed a bit more punch.”

“The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover’s tears.”

“Alas! for poor Erin that some are still seen,Who would dye the grass red from their hatred to green;Yet, oh! when you’re up, and they’re down, let them live,Then yield them that mercy which they would not give.Arm of Erin, be strong! but be gentle as brave;And uplifted to strike, be still ready to save;Let no feeling of vengeance presume to defileThe cause of, or men of, the Emerald Isle.”

“Bí ann nó astáimse ag triall Ortagus má tácuirim geasa Ortmé a shábháilón dreama deirgur fear fuarsa spéir Thú.”

“God and religion before every thing!’ Dante cried. ‘God and religion before the world.’ Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash.’Very well then,’ he shouted hoarsely, ‘if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!”John! John!’ cried Mr Dedalus, seizing his guest by the coat sleeve. Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb. ‘No God for Ireland!’ he cried, ‘We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God!”