Quotes About Irish

I listen to music mostly in the evening. I've come to love what is called world music, like the Zimbabwean Oliver Mtukudzi and the Colombian singer Marta Gomez. I also love the Irish folk singer Mary Black. Other favorites include Chet Baker, Eva Cassidy, and Billie Holiday.

I know this sounds a bit mad, but I always take a tiny green cut-out leprechaun - about the size of a fingernail - with me. My mother gave it to me because we're Irish. She's adamant that it brings good luck.

To be honest I live among the English and have always found them to be very honest in their business dealings. They are noble, hard-working and anxious to do the right thing. But joy eludes them, they lack the joy that the Irish have.

Q: Why are there only 238 beans in Irish chili? A: Because just two more makes it two-farty.

Q: What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake? A: One less drunk.

That's the Irish People all over - they treat a serious thing as a joke and a joke as a serious thing.

the Irish ... are full of the fear of the Lord and the joy of living, and they don't know how to combine the two, but they'll sure have a good time trying.

I've had Irish skin from the time I was a young girl.

My mother - the Irish side of the family - was very musical. My mother was a singer; there was music around the house all the time.

Dan's voice rose on the air: Oh, bring some soap, why don't you! The reply was Italian. Dan resumed: Soap, you know—soap. That is what I want—soap. S-o-a-p, soap; s-o-p-e, soap; s-o-u-p, soap. Hurry up! I don't know how you Irish spell it, but I want it. Spell it to suit yourself, but fetch it. I'm freezing.

VALENE: Father Walsh, now... COLEMAN: Father Walsh, Father Walsh... WELSH (exiting, screaming): Me name's Welsh!!!

with her pale Irish skin, her blushes stood out.

The Gay News critic wrote that I 'carried the lilt of the Irish without the brogue'.

so here he sits one drunk nigger in a puclic libary after closing, with the book open in front of me and the bottle of Old Kentucky on my left. 'Tell the truth and shame the devil,' my mom used to say , but she forgot to tell me that sometimes you can't shame Mr Splitfoot sober. The Irish know, but of course they're God's white niggers and who knows maybe they're a step ahead.

The people of Baileyville were descended from Celts, from Scots and Irish families, who could hold on to resentment until it was dried out like beef jerky, and bearing no resemblance to its original self.

All the same, she wondered if they did know what she thought and felt, if they knew without knowing, in that way the Irish were so adept at doing.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

I come from an alcoholic Irish background - I know where I was going! But I met my wife and started to practise Buddhism, which is a levelling experience for me, and there hasn't been a day I've missed in 40 years. I apply it to everything - to my work and relationships. I try to be a compassionate person.

Every St. Patrick's Day in my hometown is such a huge thing. You know, it was like Christmas, but in green.

If you own a bar on your own, you're a player; if you own it with your beloved twin sister, you're– Irish.

You really are one mad Irish motherfucker.

Worse than the ordinary, miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.

It was impossible for me to believe that conditions in Europe could be worse than they were in the Polish section of Chicago, and in many Italian and Irish tenements, or that any workshops could be worse than some of those I had seen in our foreign quarters.

The glory of the old Irish nation, which in our hour will grow young and strong again. Should we fail, the country will not be worth more than it is now. The sword of famine is less sparing than the bayonet of the soldier.