O, love is the soul of a true Irishman; He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can, With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.
Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one.
An Irishman's heart is nothing but his imagination.
Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
Ay, many flowering islands lie In the waters of wide Agony.
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,-- In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.
There is no whaler and no whale biologist, no matter how experienced, who is so jaded that his heart does not race at the sight of a blue whale. â¢Dale Rice Nothing excites jaded grandmasters more than a theoretical novelty â¢Dominic Lawson I used to be a hopeless romanticâI fell in love with everyone I went out with. Now I'm a little more . . . jaded â¢Source Unknown People say the word 'naive' as if it were a bad thing. Frankly, I believe that being naive, like a child, is being innocent. Being innocent is happiness. Once innocence is lost there is no turning back, we have now become cynical and jaded adults â¢Source Unknown We'll have to change our jaded ways, but I've loved these days. â¢Billy Joel ...time misspent and faculties mis-employed, and senses jaded by labor, or impaired by excess, cannot be recalled any more than that freshness of the heart, before it has become aware of the deceits of others, and of its own. â¢John Randolph I'm not jaded but I'm not controlled by my emotions. It's not that I'm emotionless, I just have the ability not to be controlled by things like love and hate. â¢Marilyn Manson If I don't make it know that, I've loved you all along. Just like sunny days that, we didn't know because we're all dumb and jaded , and I pray to God I figure out whats wrong.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
The thing to judge in any jazz artist is, does the man project and does he have ideas.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbour.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
For example, there was the day he gave me the job of figuring out how many jelly beans it would take to fill up Soldier Field.
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.
Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.
Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls; Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
The rarest things in the world, next to a spirit of discernment, are diamonds and pearls. [Fr., Apres l'esprit de discernement, ce qu'il y a au monde de plus rare, ce sont les diamants et les perles.]
I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.