Quotes on Ireland And The Irish

They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Beware of the man whose God is in the skies.

I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.

The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

Whether it be a matter of personal relations within a marriage or political initiatives within a peace process, there is no sure-fire do-it-yourself kit.

This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.

There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.

May you live all the days of your life.

I was raised in an Irish-American home in Detroit where assimilation was the uppermost priority. The price of assimilation and respectability was amnesia. Although my great-grandparents were victims of the Great Hunger of the 1840's, even though I was named Thomas Emmet Hayden IV after the radical Irish nationalist exile Thomas Emmet, my inheritance was to be disinherited. My parents knew nothing of this past, or nothing worth passing on.

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.