Quotes About Irish

If he laid on the Irish any thicker, she'd be drowning in shamrocks.

That's the thing about boys. Maybe just Irish boys. Boys have No Go Areas, they have an entire geography of places you can't go because if you do they'll crack open, they'll fall apart and you won't be able to put them back together, not ever. Girls know this. We know. Even love can't reach some places.

So she sees if she can drive him off. The MacCarrolls have that little perverse streak in them. She'd rather break her own heart than have it broken. There's an Irish logic to it.

that easy Irishry that shrugs its shoulders at the practical world and goes on down the road in the cool of an evening whistling a tune.

Irish people will read anything as long as it's about them. That's what I think. We are our own greatest subject and though we've gone and looked elsewhere about the world we have found that there are just no people, no subject as fascinating as We Ourselves.

Fortunately, at that time, Ireland wasn't in the world. So we weren't in the World War. Old Roundrims came up with that. Brilliant, really. World War II was toirmiscthe, he said, which people had to look up but basically turned out to be verboten in Irish. Twitter went crazy, saying it was shameful and backward, but back then twitter was only spoken by birds.

For everyone knew Fiachnae would rise again, it's what the Irish did, and mac Báetáin was cannier than most.

Anglisc voices: words drumming like apples split over wooden boards, round, rich, stirring. Like her father's words, and her mother's, and her sister's. Utterly unlike Onnen's otter-swift British or the dark liquid gleam of Irish.

The women called to one another, shouted at the stupid beasts that milled in confusion, cursed when one enterprising animal made a run for the open plain. Uaithne's braids burned in the sun like rivers of hot Irish gold as she chased it and brought it down in a tangle of legs.

You let my mother know what you're about," she said in Irish, just in case. "On purpose. My mother knows this. And you two are deep in your game, and I am one of those bees, sent by the queen bee to buzz from hive to hive to flower, not knowing what's really going on." "Well," he said. "I'm surprised it took you so long.

If she's to guide kings she'll need subtlety, and all the Anglisic know is blade and blood and boast." Hild said in Irish, "You have not met my mother.

Even in the free North, the initial turnover from black to Irish labor does not imply racial discrimination; many of the newly arrived Irish, hungry and desperate, were willing to work for less than free persons of color, and it was no more than good capitalist sense to hire them.

The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scots as a joke, but the Scots haven't got the joke yet.

Perhaps the Irish are so rich in the voice because twas the only thing the English could not take from them. It is why the Welsh sing.

My wife and I both come from Irish families. There are two kinds of Irish families: the hitting kind and the kidding kind. If you're fortunate - and both of us are - you come from the kidding kind of Irish family.

Poaching?" Granda raised his hand to rake his fingers through his white hair. "That is our land, Irish land. Our stream and our fish. Cunningham, a man who comes once a year, has it all by the terrible might of the English.

He should have known that the Irish, in spite of a handful of anti-clerical writers, were by nature priest-servers.

gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's

The thing about The Dubliners is - line'em up, the hardest rock'n'roll bands in the world, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Oasis, Nirvana, U2 - we're all a bunch of girls next to The Dubliners.

Some say Irish Catholicism is only one step away from paganism, that the faerie folk were never destroyed, only assimilated into the new faith and given the names of saints so the people could still worship without heresy.

His brogue tipped the ends of his sentences up expectantly. I always thought he was about to say something more, but then he didn't. Jock

Ahead lies the Irish Sea, all that dark, dark water ready to grip and stop my heart.

Finnegans Wake, several

When Emma sat down on a rock to take off her shoes and stockings, he said to her, "You've Yankee feet. Long and skinny." "And you've Irish feet," she said, right back at him. "Big and always in your mouth