There's too many sounds in the world! The sounds of the earth are terrible! The roots squeezing and jostling one another through the clefts, and the crashing of the acorn from the oak. The cry of the little birdeen in… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Once in my childhood I had been eager to learn Irish; I thought to get leave to take lessons from an old Scripture-reader who… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
I don't know in the world why anyone would consent to be a king, and never to be left to himself, but to be… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It was on the first day of Beltaine, that is called now May Day, the Tuatha de Danaan came, and it was to the… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Napoleon the Third was not much. He died in England, and was buried in a country church-yard much the same as Kiltartan. But Napoleon… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It was at Inver Slane, to the north of Leinster, the sons of Gaedhal of the Shining Armour, the Very Gentle, that were called… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
The time the moon is going back, the blood that is in a person does be weakening, but when the moon is strong, the… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
What makes Ireland inclined toward the drama is that it's a great country for conversation. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
She is a girl would not be afraid to walk the whole world with herself. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
What the Danes left in Ireland were hens and weasels. And when the cock crows in the morning, the country people will always say… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Every trick is an old one, but with a change of players, a change of dress, it comes out as new as before. — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
When death comes, it is not enough to have been charitable; and it is not right to touch the body or lay it out… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
