Above all else, deep in my soul, I'm a tough Irishwoman.
Being Irish, I always had this love of words.
Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
You've got to think lucky. If you fall into a mudhole, check your back pocket - you might have caught a fish.
You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Luck is believing you're lucky.
If you're Irish, it doesn't matter where you go - you'll find family.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
I say luck is when an opportunity comes along and you're prepared for it.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
I try to be grateful for the abundance of the blessings that I have, for the journey that I'm on and to relish each day as a gift.
Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.
That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?
Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.
Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.
To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone.
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
I come from an Irish Catholic family, and hell-raising is part of the DNA.
