Ireland Quotes - Page 2

I can't say enough about Ireland. I can't. I'd move there.

I love Ireland. I feel very at peace there. It's just magical and beautiful.

The problem with Ireland is that it's a country full of genius, but with absolutely no talent.

My only counsel to Ireland is that in order to become deeply Irish, she must become European.

There is an Irish way of paying compliments as though they were irresistible truths which makes what would otherwise be an impertinence delightful.

The trouble with the Irish question always has been that it was an English question.

What's the use of being Irish if the world doesn't break your heart?

Put an Irishman on the spit and you can always get another Irishman to turn him.

I would love to write the story of my upbringing in Ireland.

Ireland was a place for the renewal of hope and I still see it like that.

You know, I have a theory about Charlie Haughey. If you give him enough rope, he'll hang you.

The Irish seem to have more fire about them than the Scots.

Whether it be a matter of personal relations within a marriage or political initiatives within a peace process, there is no sure-fire do-it-yourself kit.

I have a thing for red-haired Irish boys, as we know.

The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.

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

Much is said about English severity, but not a word about Irish provocation.

I said, in talking, that I felt more and more the time wasted that was not spent in Ireland.

Ireland is a peculiar society in the sense that it was a nineteenth century society up to about 1970 and then it almost bypassed the twentieth century.

Ireland is a fruitful mother of genius, but a barren nurse.

Northern Ireland is part of Ireland, not Britain, as can clearly be seen from aerial photographs.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

You know it is summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer.

When Irish eyes are smiling, watch your step.

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.