Quotes About Limerick

I'm on the university board in Limerick, so I visit the city often.

Certain citizens claimed I had disgraced the fair name of the city of Limerick, that I had attacked the church, that I had despoiled my mother's name, and that if I returned to Limerick, I would surely be found hanging from a lamppost.

An elderly man called Keith Mislaid his set of false teeth— They'd been laid on a chair, He'd forgot they were there, Sat down, and was bitten beneath. Irish limerick

Book Of Nonsense Limerick 43 There was an Old Man of Apulia, Whose conduct was very peculiar; He fed twenty sons, Upon nothing but buns, That whimsical Man of Apulia.

If you sit down to write a limerick, you find yourself straddling two histories: the history of the limerick form itself, which stretches back to at least the 11th century, and your personal history of knowing limericks or poems similar to limericks.

Limerick gained a reputation for piety, but we knew it was only the rain.

Limerick gained a reputation for piety, but we knew it was only the rain.

I'm in New York, land of the free and home of the brave, but I'm supposed to behave as if I were in Limerick at all times.

Bridey drags on her Woodbine, drinks her tea and declares that God is good. Mam says she's sure God is good for someone somewhere but He hasn't been seen lately in the lanes of Limerick. Bridey laughs. Oh, Angela, you could go to hell for that, and Mam says, Aren't I there already, Bridey?

He knows how it is to leave Ireland, did it himself and never got over it. You live in Los Angeles with sun and palm trees day in day out and you ask God if there's any chance He could give you one soft rainy Limerick day

and if I were in America I could say, I love you, Dad, the way they do in the films, but you can't say that in Limerick for fear you might be laughed at. You're allowed to say love you God and babies and horses that win but anything else is a softness in the head.

I was barely seventeen. I was ignorant, missus. We grew up ignorant in Limerick...we're mothers before we're women. And there's nothing here but rain and oul' biddies saying the rosaries. I'd give me teeth to get out, go to America or even England itself.

I was barely seventeen. I was ignorant, missus. We grew up ignorant in Limerick...we're mothers before we're women. And there's nothing here but rain and oul' biddies saying the rosary. I'd give me teeth to get out, go to America or even England itself.

but I can't back away from him because one in the morning is my real father and if I were in America I could say, I love you, Dad, the way they do in the films, but you can't say that in Limerick for fear you might be laughed at. You're allowed to say love you God and babies and horses that win but anything else is a softness in the head.

There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said: "It is just as I feared!Two owls and a hen,Four larks and a wrenHave all built their nests in my beard."

I'm an icon. I'm the Queen of Limerick.

What most of these authors don't seem to have realized is that if you can travel faster than light, the theory of relativity implies you can also travel back in time, as the following limerick says: There was a young lady of Wight Who travelled much faster than light. She departed one day, In a relative way, And arrived on the previous night.

A dozen more questions occurred to me. Not to mention twenty-two possible solutions to each one, sixteen resulting hypotheses and counter-theorems, eight abstract speculations, a quadrilateral equation, two axioms, and a limerick. That's raw intelligence for you.

One day we were in Limerick... and then, a few weeks later, we were being flown around to play. When we started, it was just a hobby. It wasn't any big ambition.

There were a number of houses. When we first arrived in Limerick, it was a one-room affair with most of it taken up with a bed.

The part of Limerick we lived in is Georgian, you know, those Georgian houses. You see them in pictures of Dublin.

I think the language as spoken in Limerick and Cork has not really been written; 'City of Bohane' is a combination of the two. Bohane is a little kingdom. When I began writing it, I realised that it was in the future and that it was a place that didn't care about anything that happened outside it.

I was a cub reporter on a local newspaper in Limerick city, and I used to cover the district court meetings. All of life passed through the Limerick courthouse. Misery, malevolence, the dark side of humanity... I tell ya, it made 'Angela's Ashes' look like 'The Wonderful World of Disney.'

People who think I have insulted Ireland or Limerick or my family have not read the book!