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I'm just a loud Irish guy.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Niall Lynch was a braggart poet, a loser musician, a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria, and Ronan loved him like he loved nothing else.
An Irishman I am, begora! With a heart and a spirit on
me not crushed be a hundred years of oppression. I'll be getting me
shillelagh out next, wait'll you see.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut!
There was also a daughter, very short, very plump, very gay, an amazing production for the Gregorievitches. It was as if two very serious authors had set out to collaborate and then had published a limerick.
You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.
I want to reveal in a simple way the usual - and unusual - life of the city; the corporation workman, the busmen, policemen, the civil servants, the theatres, Moore Street and also, what occupies so large a place in Dublin's life, the literary and artistic.
Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?"
"Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks."
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.
Where would the Irish be without someone to be Irish at?
Such was the cyclical nature of Galway life: finding tragedy in the simple things and simplicity in the tragic things.
May you always walk in sunshine. May you never want for more. May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door. Irish blessing
I like Irish pubs, except for all the loud music and drinking, and people acting like idiots.
If we turn to early Irish literature, as we naturally may, to see what sort of people the Irish were in the infancy of the race, we find ourselves wandering in delighted bewilderment through a darkness shot with lightning and purple flame.
May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you. Irish blessing
I always had this notion of a noir novel in Galway. The city is exploding, emigration has reversed, and we are fast becoming a cosmopolitan city.
Damn it all, MacMurrough, are you telling me you are an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort?'
'If you mean am I Irish, the answer is yes.
Oh, you eat cats in Cork now, do you?
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Somebody once said that the Irish derived the greatest benefit from the English language. They court it like a beautiful woman. They make it bray with donkey laughter, they fling it at the sky like paint pots full of rainbow colors.
We play our Irish songs a bit more loosely.
I fancy that the Irish language must have 57 different words for 'rain', in the same way that Inuit has for 'snow'. If, in reality, this is not the case, then I'm really glad I've never bothered to learn Irish'.
That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!
James Joyce once called Guinness stout "the wine of Ireland." Indeed it's one of the most successful beers worldwide. Ten million glasses of this ambrosial liquid are consumed with great gusto each day.
When's the last time you walked by a pub in Dublin and heard Irish music? When's the last time you ordered a coffee and heard an Irish accent?
My accent gets more pronounced when I've been talking to people from Derry.
For a tiny speck in the Atlantic, Ireland has made an outsize contribution to world literature. It's a legacy we can all be proud of, one that would take many pages (or indeed a whole library of books) to recount in full.
I've always been fascinated with Ireland, especially Northern Ireland, having lived in London in the '80s when there was an Irish republican bombing campaign there.
My father was educated in Cork, in the University of Cork, in the '50s.
I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk ...
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
Supreme egotism and utter seriousness are necessary for the greatest accomplishment, and these the Irish find hard to sustain; at some point, the instinct to see life in a comic light becomes irresistible, and ambition falls before it
You've just provided me with the makings of one hell of a weekend in Dublin.
What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.
Yes, I am an Irish lass through and through.
I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.
I want to say a very sincere thank you for this welcome home - it is a wonderful welcome home. It is the place to where I return and where I will always return because it is of Galway that I am.
...early medieval Ireland sounds like a somewhat crazed Wisconsin, in which every dairy farm is an armed camp at perpetual war with its neighbors, and every farmer claims he is a king.
My first thought when I came here was that I understood why there are so many great Irish writers - because there is something mystical in the air. There's always this cloudy, moody sky and it's challenging.
The Ireland I now inhabit is one that these Irish contemporaries have helped to imagine.
But one of the most fantastic things about Ireland and Dublin is that the pubs are like Paris and the cafe culture. And Dublin, in many ways, is a pub culture.
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.
Desmond O'Grady is one of the senior figures in Irish
Literary life, exemplary in the way he has committed
himself over the decades to the vocation of poetry and
has lived selflessly for the art
Irish and English are so widely separated in their mode of expression that nothing like a literal rendering from one language to the other is possible.
I sure love Ireland. The first trip I ever made was last year when I did this record in Dublin.
It is often said that in Ireland there is an excess of genius unsustained by talent; but there is talent in the tongues.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
I don't think Ireland has ever had a genius for the novel. Of course, there were plenty of Irish novels, but I don't think that was ever the natural means of expression for the Irish.
Oh, all kinds of lunacy happens in Ireland, all kinds of lunacy.
I am very proud to be Irish.
Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.
Ireland?" "Small wet place across the Irish Sea," Barry offered kindly. "Where they drink a lot?" Lisa said faintly. "And they never stop talking. That's the place.
There's a real mischievousness about Irishmen, don't you find?
There are three states of legality in Irish law. There is all this stuff which comes under That's grand, then it moves into Ah now don't push it, and finally it comes under Right now you're takin the piss, and that's when the police come in.
It is a most disgraceful shame the way in which Irishmen are brought up. They are ashamed of their language, institutions, and of everything Irish.
Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
I grew up with a very strong Irish accent.
Madeline: Form of poetry.
Olly: that assumes that I have one
Madeline: You're not a heathen.
Olly: limericks
Madeline: You are a heathen. I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.
Listen, I'm from Belfast. We're not polite people. And it's language. We're direct.
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
In Ireland every place you visit and every person you meet has a story. And they love to tell you their stories. Everyone is interested in everything; in a land of storytellers, you will never be bored.
It was all kind of fuzzy, as if his mind was doing its thinking in limericks.
The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.
Do you think anybody knows that I'm Irish?Irish-- Niall Horan
If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.
May your troubles be less And your blessings be more And nothing but happiness Come through your door. Irish blessing
Where are you getting your material - Portnoy's Complaint?" "What does an Irish lass named Monaghan know from Portnoy and afikomens? I imagine you reading James Joyce and drinking
Although the Irish language is connected with the many recollections that twine around the hearts of Irishmen, yet the superior utility of the English tongue, as the medium of all modern communication, is so great that I can witness without a sigh the gradual decline of the Irish language.
I love Ireland. I'll always be 100pc Irish. I get really excited when I go to Sligo; it's my home.
This here's a hard country. If a man ain't fit, he can't last - Kilkenny
What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person living and dead belongs to it. And to all the story of Ireland; blood and bones, legends, guns and dreams, Catholics, Protestants, England, horses and poets and lovers.
I'm a big fan of the Irish accent. After a couple of drinks, I start to get a bit of an Irish lilt, too.
Ireland is a little country which raises all the great questions.
Ireland, Ireland. That cloud in the west, that coming storm.
You can take a man out of Ireland, but you can't take the Irishness out of the man.
We refuse to lie here in dishonor! We are not criminals, but Irishmen! This is the crime of which we stand accused.
The Gay News critic wrote that I 'carried the lilt of the Irish without the brogue'.
I can't feel Irish to save my soul, but it's a fact.
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand. Irish blessing
There's something about the Irish that is remarkable.
Irish fiction is full of secrets, guilty pasts, divided identities. It is no wonder that there is such a rich tradition of Gothic writing in a nation so haunted by history.
Gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's
No genuine Irishman could relax in comfort and feel at home in a pub unless he was sitting in deep gloom on a hard seat with a very sad expression on his face, listening to the drone of bluebottle squadrons carrying out a raid on the yellow cheese sandwich.
All my people are from Ireland. I was born in Manchester, but I am Irish.
My mum's family are from Blaenau Ffestiniog, the slate town. My grandfather was Elis Humphreys Roberts, so that's quite Welsh isn't it?
What a lovely drink this is, it makes one want to be a poet
When I was growing up, I despised Irishness. I felt our music, our television and our books were just poor imitations of what came out of Britain and America. I was all set to abandon it entirely.
The poetic side of me is Scottish.
Irish people will read anything as long as it's about them. That's what I think. We are our own greatest subject and though we've gone and looked elsewhere about the world we have found that there are just no people, no subject as fascinating as We Ourselves.
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
If there were only three Irishmen in the world you'd find two of them in a corner talking about the other.
We Irish are born dreamers; sometimes we never wake up at all, and then we're counted failures.
This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it is holy.
I was freelancing for years in Cork and around. I also wrote freelance pieces for 'The Irish Times.'
Again and again, I find something eerie in many Irish occasions - the unrelenting whiteness, the emotional tribal attachments, the violent prejudices lurking beneath apparently pleasant social surfaces, the cosy smugness of belonging.
I would never repudiate the fact that I am an Irishman
I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.
Yelling Irish, you can sound like an angry Leprechaun.
I'm Irish, so I'm messing all the time. Which means, I'm having a laugh. I'm always making jokes.