#irish

An Englishmen thinks seated; a Frenchmen standing; an American pacing, an Irishman, afterwards. ↗

— Austin O'Malley

#american #englishmen #frenchmen #irishman #pacing

He had been thinking of how landscape moulds a language. It was impossible to imagine these hills giving forth anything but the soft syllables of Irish, just as only certain forms of German could be spoken on the high crags of Europe; or Dutch in the muddy, guttural, phlegmish lowlands. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#german #irish #landscape #language #imagination

Booze makes brothers like no mothers ever do. ↗

— Killian McRae

#love

We Irish prefer embroideries to plain cloth. To us Irish, memory is a canvas--stretched, primed, and ready for painting on. We love the "story" part of the word "history," and we love it trimmed out with color and drama, ribbons and bows. Listen to our tunes, observe a Celtic scroll: we always decorate our essence. ↗

— Frank Delaney

#love

A ógánaigh... ná bris an ghloine ghlan 'tá eadrainn (ní bhristear gloine gan fuil is pian) óir tá Neamh nó Ifreann thall 'gus cén mhaith Neamh mura mairfidh sé go bráth? ní Ifreann go hIfreann iar-Neimhe... (Impí) ↗

— Caitlín Maude

#gaeilge #grá #impí #ireland #irish

She blew a warm breeze on his face and rustled his hair and embraced him in a warm haze and he felt her nonthreatening presence. She looked down and saw his face stained with tears, nobody could reach him in his grief but she could. He saw her and blew her a kiss goodbye. She flew down in a haze in a white dress with wings and whispered into his ear “please don’t cry I am in a better place. Marriage was forever. Love and life was forever. My body died but my soul lives on for eternity”. (Katie) “The rain stopped suddenly and the grey sky cleared into a bright blue colour and a glowing warm orange sun appeared to show her appreciation. A perfect blue sky remained on the dark winter’s day until after the ceremony and the hailstone and rain commenced again and the dark sky reappeared as the funeral car drove away ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #love

One night I was standing on Third Avenue playing my guitar, when this big Irish policeman came strolling by, and stopped to listen to my singing and playing. When I was done, he politely handed me a ticket for disturbing the peace, while at the same time telling me how much he liked my voice. I wish I still had that ticket. ↗

— Frank Stallone

#big #came #disturbing #done #guitar

You think the Welsh are friendly, but the Irish are fabulous. ↗

— Bonnie Tyler

#friendly #irish #think #welsh #you

When I was a kid, if you didn't speak Irish, you really wanted to. And you played Gaelic games and you didn't pay any attention to what was happening in the outside world, because really, Ireland was the center of the universe. And I don't think that's the case anymore. Although, admittedly, it is the center of the universe. ↗

— Roddy Doyle

#although #any #anymore #attention #because

It has to do with the fact that Ford, for all his greatness, is an Irish egomaniac, as anyone who knows him will say. ↗

— Henry Fonda

#egomaniac #fact #ford #greatness #him