Quotes About Dublin

Terry didn't really do deference around famous people. I was once in a position, in Dublin, to introduce him to Bono from U2, explaining, as I did so, that Bono owned the hotel we were standing in. 'Ah, good,' Terry said to Bono. 'Can you get me a milkshake?' Which he did.

When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.

Allen, and Peter Sells of Dublin, Ohio. By 1878 they had added additional performers and tents and were traveling by railroad. In the early 1880s the circus was enjoying excellent business wherever it went.

In the midst of a hive of customers and clerks, a small boy with blond hair neatly parted on one side stares up into the face of a bronze sculpture. It is Cuchulainn himself---the warrior light. The Hound of Coolan lashed to a boulder with spear drawn. But The Hound is leaning to one side and dying in a public hall of the Dublin Post Office.

We are not going to have a zombie-versus-vampire war through the streets of Dublin, Nathaniel.

In the past, Churchill had described an Irish Parliament in Dublin as 'dangerous and impracticable', but with the Irish Nationalists now holding the balance of power he had completely come around to supporting it, as his speech at the football ground showed, although he did believe that the Ulstermen needed 'a moratorium of several years before they had to join'.

Dublin dwindles so beautifully; there is no harsh separation between it and the country. It fades away, whereas London seems to devour the country; an army of buildings come and take away a beautiful park, and you never seem to get quite out of sight of a row of houses.

I used to work for Symantec AV: I worked as their in-house IT technician, and then I worked as specialized AV support, and then I worked for Hartford Life IT, in Dublin and London. I worked in IT from '99 through to 2007.

They sat in the upstairs living room, a place furnished, one way or another, from the stages of Dublin, so you were always sitting in character, you were just not sure which one.

And this would be fine if he lived in any other town, but in Dublin every fool had a novel on the go, so he was, as Hughie Snell liked to endlessly repeat, 'a eunuch in the great harem of Irish literature'.

Dublin is one of my favourite cities. It's an absolutely amazing place.

My mother's mother came from Dublin and was an extremely fine cook, but we didn't learn, we just admired what she did.

I didn't know how to weigh ideas about poetry. Nothing in the life I lived as a student - and later as wife and mother at the suburban edge of Dublin - suggested I had the wherewithal to do so. But I did have a unit of measurement. It was the measure of my own life.

When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.

Everyone knows everyone because we've all worked in theatre. All of our 'Dublin Murders' crew came from 'Game of Thrones'. Also, we only drink in two pubs in Dublin, so we always bump into each other.

I think that I must be the only person who left California and headed to Dublin in pursuit of a career in film. The arrow is pointing in the other direction in most people's minds.

My family life reads a bit like 'Little House on the Prairie.' I was big sister to Joan, Renee, and brother William, and we grew up in Dalkey, a little town 10 miles outside of Dublin. It was a secure, safe and happy childhood, which was meant to be a disadvantage when it comes to writing stories about family dramas.

Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.

I left the Gaiety School of Acting in Dublin in 2004, and I did five years of theater after that.

Jesus, half of Dublin seems to be from that one-horse town. Clio as well. Well, it sure breeds fine-looking women.' His arms tightened a little around her. Kit was about to pull away when she saw Stevie Sullivan looking at her over Frankie's shoulder. She didn't pull away, instead she smiled up at Kevin. 'Any tighter and I'll put my knee up with a sudden jerk,' she said, still smiling sweetly.

I think that's why you see so many Americans in Dublin look so sad: they are looking for the door through which they can begin to understand this place. I tell them, 'Go to the races.' I think it's the best place to start understanding the Irish.

In my thirties I found myself, to use a colloquial fiction, in a suburban house at the foothills of the Dublin mountains. Married and with two little daughters, I led a life which would have been recognizable to any woman who had led it and to many others who had not.

My mother was very strict, and though I was reserved, I did give in to certain demands of my age, like sneaking out of the house to hit Dublin.

If you turn toward O'Connell Street, an easy stroll takes you to the noble façade of Trinity College and the statues of Burke and Goldsmith; northward, near Parnell Square, you may hear living Irish orators proclaiming through amplifiers that they have succeeded in increasing sevenfold the pensions of widows, a mere earnest of their intent. And you may reflect, with Burke, "What shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue!