#dublin

As a kid growing up in the back streets of Dublin I used to pretend I was playing in the World Cup with my mates out on the streets, and now I will be doing it for real. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#cup #doing #dublin #growing #growing up

I go off into Dublin and two days later I'm spotted walking by the Liffey with a whole bunch of new friends. ↗

— Ron Wood

#days #dublin #friends #go #i

Then Mount Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world. ↗

— James Joyce

#death #dublin #mount-jerome #death

250,000 people turned up in Dublin to cheer me on an open-topped bus along O'Connell St after my world title winning fight in 1985. I'll never forget the sea of smiling faces that greeted me that day. ↗

— Barry McGuigan

#along #bus #cheer #day #dublin

I sure love Ireland. The first trip I ever made was last year when I did this record in Dublin. ↗

— Michael W. Smith

#dublin #ever #first #i #ireland

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

— Samuel Beckett

#cream #dublin #ireland #rich #thick

Sometimes words aren't needed for you to know a change has come upon you. ↗

— Samantha Young

#change

I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?" "All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you" His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?" "I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me. ↗

— Samantha Young

#jocelyn #on-dublin-street #samantha-young #sexy #change

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

— John Geddes

#dreams #drizzly #dublin #ireland #rain

Once the rain starts falling it’s hard to tell it to stop. I guess it stops in its own time. My tears, like the rain, kept falling as I made my way home through blurry vision. In truth it’s difficult to describe a broken heart. All I know is that unimaginable pain centers in your chest and radiates out, this throbbing, sharp ache that causes almost incapacitation. But there’s more than the ache. Denial lodges itself in your throat, and that lump is its own kind of pain. The affliction of heartbreak can also be found in a knot in your stomach. The knot contracts and expands, contracts and expands, until you’re pretty sure you’re not going to be able to hold down the vomit. ↗

— Samantha Young

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