#ireland

I still don't know why we didn't hire a car to get around Ireland." "When I was a kid, I always dreamed about living in Ireland. I used to pretend I was one of the traveling people, driving my gypsy wagon from village to village. Used to picture a dark gypsy kidnapping me and having his way with me. Exciting stuff." Katy grinned at her. "Could still happen, you know." "Katy, we have a horse that's so laid-back I have to keep checking to see if he's dead. ↗

— Nina Bangs

#humor #ireland #dreams

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O' Leary in the grave (September 1913) ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#irish-politics #yeats #romantic

Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there. ↗

— Bernie Mcgill

#historical-fiction #ireland #irish #literary-fiction #mother

My dad was a militant atheist, or is a militant atheist. My mum was sort of bought up in a religious family because she was a Protestant from Ireland but wasn't especially religious. ↗

— Tony Blair

#because #bought #dad #especially #family

My dad was a labourer and my mum had exactly the same job as Noel Gallagher's mum - she was a dinner lady at our local school. Everyone comes over from Ireland and they get the same jobs. ↗

— Danny Boyle

#dad #dinner #everyone #exactly #get

It is tradition in Ireland that you're given money for your first communion. ↗

— Roma Downey

#first #given #ireland #money #tradition

At Leeds I've tried to concentrate on my club form, but you get caught up in all the World Cup fever once you come back to Ireland and see all the Irish boys again. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#back #caught #club #come #concentrate

I love to go to Ireland just to relax. ↗

— Ron Wood

#i #i love #ireland #just #love

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#begins #book #come #do not judge #ends

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#come #fanatic #great #hatred #heart