#ireland

Rain is also very difficult to film, particularly in Ireland because it's quite fine, so fine that the Irish don't even acknowledge that it exists. ↗

— Alan Parker

#also #because #difficult #even #exists

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

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

— Samuel Beckett

#cream #dublin #ireland #rich #thick

In Ireland, I don't get asked out much. English boys are a lot more flirty. ↗

— Georgia Salpa

#english #get #i #ireland #lot

My mum's parents were from Ireland, my dad's mum was American-Irish. ↗

— Dominic West

#ireland #mum #parents #were

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam. ↗

— Thomas Moore

#sorrow #art

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

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