The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
In a good play every speech should be as fully flavoured as a nut or apple. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
At first I threw my weight upon my heels, as one does naturally in a boot, and was a good deal bruised, but after… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
I'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World. — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
Drink a health to the wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
