Quotes About Dublin

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

The first play I wrote was called 'Twenty-five.' It was played by our company in Dublin and London, and was adapted and translated into Irish and played in America.

I'm crazy about Dublin. If you went back 3,000 years in my ancestry you wouldn't find a drop of Irish blood in the veins, but I love the place.

by the general love of scandal and detraction in Dublin, one might reasonably imagine they were all to feed themselves through the holes which they had made in the characters of others.

The captain said that crossing from Liverpool to Dublin is often more difficult than the entire passage from the West Indies to England.

Among James Mullett's recruits was Joe Brady, "a giant in stature and a boar in strength," one of twenty-five siblings brought up in the tenements of Dublin's North Anne Street. With his huge block of a face, tight lips, and shock of black hair, Brady embodied the primal, brute strength necessary to act on orders without thought or scruple.

But I believe Ireland is getting more European, and the young are looking toward Europe for jobs - just as there are a lot of Europeans coming to Dublin.

For me, people in Ireland who became actors would have to go through the Billy Barry's in Dublin.

I don't think America has ever had a center the way London is the center of England or Dublin is the center of Ireland.

Dublin is really fun, and Irish people are hilarious.

My dad moved to London in his early 20s and didn't really go back. So the irony is I've spent lots and lots of time in Ireland, but not with my dad. I've shot films in Belfast, where he's from. And I've shot in Dun Laoghaire. Which is great. And I've shot in Dublin.

I live in Dublin, God knows why. There are greatly more congenial places I could have settled in - Italy, France, Manhattan - but I like the climate here, and Irish light seems to be essential for me and for my writing.

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.

If I was willing to serve Mass, it was in memory of my ancestors standing around a rock, in a lonely glen, for fear of the landlords and their yeomen, or sneaking through a back-lane in Dublin, and giving the pass-word, to hear Mass in a slum public-house, when a priest's head was worth five pounds and an Irish Catholic had no existence in law.

I came to Ireland 20 years ago as a student, hitch-hiking round for a week and staying in Dublin.

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

After I graduated from college, while traveling around Europe, hitchhiking, doing the tourist thing, I went into a church in Dublin.

Once the monetary sovereignty is retaken, one can make a last attempt to renegotiate all of the treaties: Maastricht, Schengen, Dublin, and Lisbon.

My first song was about the smog over Dublin in the 1980s, so yeah, I suppose I was always socially conscious. My first song was not a love song, it was about smog.

Barrons' lips twitched. I'd almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

There are more balls in twenty feet of street here then there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack.

He doesn't get that I'm not interested in a superhero boyfriend. I'm going to be the superhero that can kick his ass from one end of Dublin to the other.

My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said "our world." He always said "your world." But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around "my" bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?