Quotes About Irish

I knew I had that Cajun heritage, that Acadian heritage; I just feel it. And my gut says Irish on the other side. Irish and French, that's what I feel. When you're young, it doesn't matter so much, but as you get older, I would suspect part of the ageing process is to wonder about your ancestors - who were they? What were their lives like?

I think I've got an Irish sensibility for language - I like how people talk. I'm not saying I've got it, but I'm obsessed with the way they use language, like they use a swear word very poetically.

We learn to laugh from the cultures that suffered most - from the Russians, Poles, and Irish - not from Sweden or France (the French go for Jerry Lewis - enough said).

Nobody made the sign of the cross, indicating that this was entirely a Protestant gathering. Nobody cried or wailed, indicating that it was entirely non-Irish.

He was Irish, which always helped. A man with an Irish accent could sound wise and poetic and interesting even when he wasn't.

Melanie was Irish, and this made everything she said sound nice even when it wasn't.

It takes a lady of a certain age to contain the stuff [whiskey]. Particularly the Irish. No offense but a bit of weathering and experience are required not to go right off the edge with it. I would heisitate to serve Irish to a green schoolgirl. Mixes and vodka are enough for them to go wrong on. I couldn't look at myself shaving if I poured Irish for the young.

My mother told me a million times that Ireland and the Irish people were special, and that the O'Cadhain family in particular was the most blessed of all because it had been imposed upon without cease since the dawn it sprung up in Galway. For centuries they had been in training to have nothing, so everything was more or less working perfectly according to God's plan.

There's always been books. All my bedraggled life, they've been the only constant. Even Sutton, my closest friend, had exclaimed, "What's with the fucking reading, man? You used to be a guard, for christsakes." Which is Irish logic at its finest. I'd said to him then and umpteen times since, "Reading transports me.

There is an old Irish saying that man's best friends and worst enemies are fire, rain, and wind.

There are probably more annoying things than being hectored about African development by a wealthy Irish rock star in a cowboy hat, but I can't think of one at the moment.

'The Irish Duke' is a sequel to 'The Decadent Duke' about Lady Georgina Gordon who married the Duke of Bedford. 'The Irish Duke' tells the story of their daughter, Lady Louisa, who married James Hamilton, the powerful and wealthy Duke of Abercorn.

I like that kind of weather. Constant drizzle. At the Olympic trials in 2012, my mom was, like, 'It's pouring rain out there, Mary. You shouldn't even notice it. You're Irish.'

Hats are the epitome of Englishness, and a royal wedding is the penultimate moment for a hat designer. I'm Irish, but I am a royalist and I believe in fantasy.

If there is a vote in Britain to leave the E.U. there is a democratic imperative to provide Irish citizens with the right to vote in a border poll to end partition and retain a role in the E.U.

I love oatmeal. To me, it's not boring. I agree that ordinary oatmeal is very boring, but not the steel-cut Irish kind - the kind that pops in your mouth when you bite into it in little glorious bursts like a sort of gummy champagne.

My great, great grandfather, Michael O'Hanson, fled the impending potato famine of Ireland and arrived in America in the early 1840s with his bride, Bridget. They headed for Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love and a mecca for Irish-Catholic immigrants then.

To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.

My family, they're story tellers. My mom is Irish, and my dad is Italian. In my family, we weren't allowed to watch TV while we ate - we had to sit around the table and tell stories about our day.

Corned beef and cabbage - that's our favorite holiday meal when all the O' Haras gather around the table.

The Irish are great talkers and incredibly friendly, it's just in the DNA.

Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du?

What are you going to name him?" I asked her. Adrian followed my lead. "Adrian Sinclair has a nice ring to it," he said. Olive's eyes, full of fear, watched the window and door, but her lips curled into another smile at the joke. "Declan." "Nice Irish name," I said. "It would work," Adrian conceded. "Declan Adrian Sinclair." "Declan Neil," she corrected.

The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.