#ireland

Cad é an mhaith dom eagla a bheith orm? Ní shaorfadh eagla duine ón mbás, dar ndóigh. ↗

— Peig Sayers

#death #eagla #fear #gaeilge #ireland

It is absolutely no accident that the peace and reconciliation, and indeed the economic progress, that eluded us generation after generation for hundreds of years, has at last come to pass in an Ireland where the talents of women are now flooding every aspect of life as never before. ↗

— Mary McAleese

#accident #after #aspect #before #come

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#fullness #i #ireland #irish #living

I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#i #ireland #pension #stuff

One American said that the most interesting thing about Holy Ireland was that its people hate each other in the name of Jesus Christ. And they do! ↗

— Bernadette Devlin

#american #christ #each #hate #holy

I don't feel ashamed of my wife's political background, and I don't think she should either. I feel that the people who administered the North of Ireland for the last 20 years should be ashamed. There you are. ↗

— Stephen Rea

#ashamed #background #either #feel #i

Altho that is so, Ireland has always denied and Ireland still denies that the Union was binding upon her either legally or morally. And here on this historic occasion we have assembled to renew our protest and to place it upon record. ↗

— John Edward Redmond

#assembled #binding #denied #denies #either

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

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

Then the woman in the bed sat up and looked about her with wild eyes; and the oldest of the old men said: 'Lady, we have come to write down the names of the immortals,’ and at his words a look of great joy came into her face. Presently she, began to speak slowly, and yet eagerly, as though she knew she had but a little while to live, and, in English, with the accent of their own country; and she told them the secret names of the immortals of many lands, and of the colours, and odours, and weapons, and instruments of music and instruments of handicraft they held dearest; but most about the immortals of Ireland and of their love for the cauldron, and the whetstone, and the sword, and the spear, and the hills of the Shee, and the horns of the moon, and the Grey Wind, and the Yellow Wind, and the Black Wind, and the Red Wind. ("The Adoration of the Magi") ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#ireland #mythology #love