#ireland

I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I'd have to capture everything I ever wanted to remember of Eire for the rest of my life? ↗

— Kate McCafferty

#ireland #memory #business

Gladstone .. spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question, ... ↗

— W.C. Sellar

#irish-question #change

You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything. ↗

— The Script

#courage #fortitude #ireland #music #strength

Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place. ↗

— The Script

#music #rage #singing #the-script #writing

...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk... ↗

— John Geddes

#dreams #drizzly #dublin #ireland #rain

And he got going from there to America. Worked his passage, I s'pose, like a lot more. And I heard he did well in America, too. Got married there. Had a family. But never came back. And you know why? 'Cause if he did, if he ever set foot in Ireland again, you know who'd be waiting for him, don't you? That's right. The three of 'em. And their box. And the second time they'd make no mistake. It is a much-overlooked fact that not all of the thousands who fled Ireland in former times did so to escape hunger, deprivation, and persecution. There were also those who went to escape the wrath of the Good People. Many stories illustrated this, the one here being typical. ↗

— Eddie Lenihan

#fairies #ireland #family

There was always a big party on the night before anyone left for the States. They called it an American wake, because the whole community stayed up to keep the emigrants company through their last night on the island, just as they would have bidden farewell to a soul beginning the long journey towards eternity. There was almost no chance that anyone present would ever see the departed again ↗

— Cole Moreton

#family #ireland #irish #loss #family

True the greater part of the Irish people was close to starvation. The numbers of weakened people dying from disease were rising. So few potatoes had been planted that, even if they escaped bight, they would not be enough to feed the poor folk who relied upon them. More and more of those small tenants and cottagers, besides, were being forced off the land and into a condition of helpless destitution. Ireland, that is to say, was a country utterly prostrated. Yet the Famine came to an end. And how was this wonderful thing accomplished? Why, in the simplest way imaginable. The famine was legislated out of existence. It had to be. The Whigs were facing a General Election. ↗

— Edward Rutherfurd

#famine #ireland #potato #whigs #imagination

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#music #romance #love

Books of the sages of the ages reflect upon in stages; like honey their words on the tongue give due savour.” {Source: A Green Desert Father} ↗

— Richard Mc Sweeney

#esoteric #fashion #freedom-of-thought #ireland #irish-poet