Top 17 Quotes About Irish Poets
#1. Alice Oswald. With Hughes and Heaney gone, people are looking around for the best British and Irish poets. Oswald is one of our finest.
Tobias Hill
#2. Irish poets, learn your trade,
sing whatever is well made,
scorn the sort now growing up
all out of shape from toe to top.
W.B.Yeats
#3. It is plain that, when it comes to inferior officers, Congress itself can pass a law sending these nominees to the President with him having the authority to put them on the bench without the advice and consent of the Senate.
John Jay Hooker
#5. Just as the light of the sun, while it invigorates a living and animated body, produces effluvia in a carcass; so it is certain that the sacraments where the Spirit of faith is not present, breathes mortiferous rather than vital odour.
John Calvin
#6. I'm very direct. I don't have tantrums. I don't yell or shout. I do expect an awful lot from my staff, but no more than I expect of myself.
Tom Ford
#8. I just like putting outfits together without much thought and seeing what the outcome is.
Vanessa Paradis
#9. Both, in their own way, thinking, This is hell - the absolute loss borne from all those slivers of perfection that passed unnoticed, unrelished. In
Blake Crouch
#10. What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person living and dead belongs to it. And to all the story of Ireland; blood and bones, legends, guns and dreams, Catholics, Protestants, England, horses and poets and lovers.
Frank Delaney
#11. He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.
Cassandra Clare
#12. 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 places in our hearts.
Eilis Flynn
#13. The Irish believed that gods, druids, poets, and others in touch with the magical world could be literal shape-shifters
Thomas Cahill
#14. We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.
Oscar Wilde
#16. The girl clung to the boy so she could chase away her dark. He was light, and she was fading. She was drowning, and she just couldn't stop.
Rachel E. Carter
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