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Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
The mongrel tongue of Slaver's Bay, an ugly blend of Old Ghiscari and High Valyrian.
nunna daul Tsuny in the Cherokee language,
Yancy is actually a Native-American name, but I'm Irish. Go figure.
NEIL GAIMAN near Kinsale, County Cork 15 January 2001
The nagual is the superconscious. It's nirvana. It's the unknown that cannot be explained or reasoned.
This is Nimrod, because of whose vile plan the world no longer speaks a single tongue.
Cadence, n.
I have never lived anywhere but New York or New England, but there are times when I'm talking to you and I hit a Southern vowel, or a word gets caught in a Suthern truncation, and I know it's because I'm swimming in your cadences, that you penetrate my very language.
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
I've got that Irish thing going on. Lots of Irish in my background.
Belfastas uncivilised as ever
savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.
I am an Irishman, sir." "Irish Irish?" "Yes, sir.
Irish improves a poet.
An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love.
The glory of the old Irish nation, which in our hour will grow young and strong again. Should we fail, the country will not be worth more than it is now. The sword of famine is less sparing than the bayonet of the soldier.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
I am consciously trying not to make it sound Celtic or African.
This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it is holy.
I have brought the little Breese, as ordered, Neefis Archibennu.
I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.
Nothing but mountains filled with barbarous ethnics with views as medieval as their muskets, and unspeakably cruel too
We are no longer the knights who say Ni! We are now the knights who say ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing!
Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!
Ireland is a fruitful mother of genius, but a barren nurse.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
I took him by the arm to steady him. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright golden gleam now darkened with pain and sorrow. "Morgian!' he uttered, his voice strangled with grief. "It was Morgian ...
I say the word N-U-C-L-E-R the same way that George W. Bush says it.
Cwn Annwn," I said. "I think I'm finally pronouncing that right. Welsh. So many letters. So few vowels.
"Uisce Beatha" is a compounded distilled spirit being drawn on aromatics, and the Irish sort is particularly distinguished for its pleasant and mild flavour.
I come from the Lynchs of Sligo. You know, I went there, but I looked in the phone book and there are nine million Lynches in Sligo.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
I gotta lot of Black Irish in me.
All my people are from Ireland. I was born in Manchester, but I am Irish.
she's part Armenian,
Ulick Norman Owen - Una Nancy Owen - each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy
Gladstone .. spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question, ...
His Tender Roni.
My life started on the banks of the Boyne in County Meath. Navan is the name of the town; only me, Mom, Dad.
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.
A salaam aleikum. The elderly Irishwoman has a foamy cloud of white hair and a zigzag cashmere poncho. You wouldn't cross her.
Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be
calling pubs poos?"
"Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
someone in Tunis. Halabi
Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.
The nagual is the unknown. It cannot be talked about, it can only be witnessed.
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.
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.
When I'm out the country, niggas call me Neeki. Hi, how are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me.
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
Waban-aki: People from where the sun rises.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
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.
It's an extraordinary thing, this tiny little province of Northern Ireland, where carnage happened. And I was part of it. I grew up in it.
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
A name with a gently exotic ring to it, like birdsong, like a grain of sand in the far-off Gobi Desert or the northern steppes, whipped up by the wind, carried by storms, swirling through the sky, travelling, crossing whole countries without knowing quite how, and ending up in the crook of my ear.
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
We guard the edge of the world," Dawnstripe told him. "The other Clans sit cozy in their marshes and woods, fed by the river and sheltered by our moor. They never know the true taste of the wind or the scent of first snow. There's no Clan cat faster or more nimble than a WindClan cat.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked.
His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it.
should I?
Maybe not ...
Three-quarters of my family is Irish. Of course, the 'Kazee' is not.
Persian pussy from over the sea demure and lazy and smug and fat none of your ribbons and bells for me ours is the zest of the alley cat
There's something about the Irish that is remarkable.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
Ulick Norman Owen.
I am an unusual Irishman. I'm probably Ireland's third most famous Jewish son.
Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.
...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.
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
Half-French, half-Greek, one hundred percent grade A asshole.
Being Irish, I always had this love of words.
N-O-W-A-C-K."
"No C."
"Oh. Okay. N-O-W-A-C.
Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.
Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there's the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.
CALUMNUS, n. A graduate of the School for Scandal.
Let's go again to Niag'ra,
This time we'll look at the Fall.
Let's leave our hut, Dear,
Get out of our rut, Dear,
Let's get away from it all.
Cow - Tanith Low
I'm proud to be Irish.
Gaelic football...may seem like a primitive, violent, mindless exercise in unspeakable brutality. However, to the initiated enthusiast, it is all this and more.
Naphtali is a doe let loose that bears beautiful fawns.
Had pale scanty hair and an earthy skin;
I can't feel Irish to save my soul, but it's a fact.
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.
White villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!
In this world we do not have to become the doer, we have to become nimit [an instrument, one of the many scientific circumstantial evidence, not the whole and sole doer].
A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.
I am a Warrior of Virtue, Nenya, the Water Warrior. Ardan is safe at last. That is all that matters. That is all that will ever matter...
We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.
May your neighbors respect you, Trouble neglect you, The angels protect you, And heaven accept you. Irish blessing
Who better than an Irishman can understand the Indians, while still being stirred by tales of the US cavalry?
Cyn like Cynric ?No, S-I-N as in conceived in , born in and lived in
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
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.
I think the language as spoken in Limerick and Cork has not really been written; 'City of Bohane' is a combination of the two. Bohane is a little kingdom. When I began writing it, I realised that it was in the future and that it was a place that didn't care about anything that happened outside it.