Dublin Quote by James Joyce Download Open image “When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dublin Heart My heart Writing
Ireland starts for me with the end of 'The Dead,' which my father read to me from his desk in his basement office in… — John Jeremiah Sullivan Copy Share Image
To be an Irish poet after that 19th century in which there was such a struggle toward the light, I think still will always… — Eavan Boland Copy Share Image
“What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“We survive. We're Irish. We have the souls of poets. We love our misery, we delight in the beauty of strange places and dark… — Eilis Flynn Copy Share Image
To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart. — Daniel Patrick Moynihan Copy Share Image
I was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and it is still home to me. My writing has taken me all over the world,… — Michael Scott Copy Share Image
I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . . — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
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… — John McGahern Copy Share Image
“Any pub will do?” “McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see… — Jenny B. Jones Copy Share Image
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air. — Patricia Cornwell Copy Share Image
My family life reads a bit like 'Little House on the Prairie.' I was big sister to Joan, Renee, and brother William, and we… — Maeve Binchy Copy Share Image
What's fascinating is where they come from in the world. People in Bangladesh, a chap in a fire-base in Tikrit in Iraq. Chap in… — John Gimlette Copy Share Image
Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I… — Queen Elizabeth II Copy Share Image
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Solitude is good in the evening. Dublin is a quiet city when you get to a certain age, when your friends settle down and… — Colm Toibin Copy Share Image
You say fate is almost indispensable to literature - I think it's completely indispensable, at least in a novel, because a novel always has… — Daniel Kehlmann Copy Share Image
I like what Barcelona is doing. This city almost perfectly combines its natural advantages with cultural attractions, IT parks and first-rate educational opportunities. The… — Charles Landry Copy Share Image
Write about winter in the summer. Describe Norway as Ibsen did, from a desk in Italy; describe Dublin as James Joyce did, from a… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I'm crazy about Dublin. If you went back 3,000 years in my ancestry you wouldn't find a drop of Irish blood in the veins,… — Harold Prince Copy Share Image
Fabulous place, Dublin is. The trouble is, you work hard and in Dublin you play hard as well. — Bonnie Tyler Copy Share Image
