Quotes About Irish

I've heard some duff Irish accents. The worst must be Mickey Rourke.

There's no sense to being Irish unless you know the world's going to break your heart.

was not that the Irish were uncritical, just that they saw no value in self-imposed censorship. They could have said with Terence, "Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto" ("I am a human being, so nothing human is strange to

Well, they may not be civilized, but they certainly are confident—and this confidence is one of the open-handed pleasures of early Irish literature.

the Irish never troubled themselves overmuch about eradicating pagan influences, which they tended to wink at and enjoy. The pagan festivals continued to be celebrated, which is why we today can still celebrate the Irish feasts of May Day and Hallowe'en

The dogs were really keening now, like Irish widows.

Here's a nice Irish saying for you: May neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, the angels protect you, and Heaven accept you.

Back in the time of the Tinkers, I'd taken on a young impressionable kid, one of those wannabe American young Irish who saw the world through a cinema lens.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

For all their reputation for chattiness and storytelling, the Irish I knew were so skillful with words there was sometimes no need for them at all.

It was majestic and beautiful, as if the forest had sent a herald to greet us. "An Irish elk," Keelan whispered. More like the stag-moose, Cervalces scotti, which was native to North America according to Conlan's book, but I didn't want to ruin Keelan's moment. "Damn, that's a lot of meat," Jynx breathed behind us. And the bouda had done it for me. Keelan glared at her. "Shut it.

He is endowed with an Irish flow of words, and when thoroughly drunk is difficult to interrupt.

It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.

An Irish queer: a fellow who prefers women to drink.

Deploring change is the unchangeable habit of all Englishmen. If you find any important figures who really like change, such as Bernard Shaw, Keir Hardie, Lloyd George, Selfridge or Disraeli, you will find that they are not really English at all, but Irish, Scotch, Welsh, American or Jewish. Englishmen make changes, sometimes great changes. But, secretly or openly, they always deplore them.

I have the soul of a singer and do splendidly in the shower but the world will never hear it. Basically, I'm the only Irish person who can't carry a tune.

All my family look Irish. They act Irish. My sister even has red hair... it's crazy. I'm the one that doesn't seem Irish. None of the kids in my family, my siblings, speak with an Irish accent... we've never lived there full-time; we weren't born there. We just go there once or twice a year. It's weird. Our parents sound Irish, but we don't.

My kids are Irish; I want them to grow up playing Gaelic football and learning Irish.

The English are not happy unless they are miserable, the Irish are not at peace unless they are at war, and the Scots are not at home unless they are abroad.

McMein's] portrait was enthusiastically approved, then unveiled with great ceremony in November of 1936... According the General Mills Historian James Gray, McMein gave Betty "a fine Nordic brow and shape of skull, a jaw of slightly Slavic resolution and features that might be claimed contentedly by various European groups - eyes, Irish; nose, classic Roman - the perfect composite of the twentieth-century American woman.

We play our Irish songs a bit more loosely.

I grew up with this idea that songwriters had a great job. My family was Irish Catholic, so if you became a priest or a songwriter, you were golden.

Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.