Chridhe Quotes & Sayings

The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe - no matter what tomorrow may be. — Diana Gabaldon

The best causes tend to attract to their support the worst arguments, which seems to be equally true in the intellectual and in the moral sense. — Ronald Fisher

If you give me but another chance, I'll fight all my inner demons and rebuild my life with you. I'm never going to hurt you again, mo chridhe. I swear it. — Cristiane Serruya

Here's a secret for ye, mo chridhe," Maggie smiled, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, "nothing ever dies. The gift stays the same, no matter the wrapping. — Shannon MacLeod

I established strong connections between Rockwell and Israel Aircraft Industries. — Arnon Milchan

Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you. — Diana Gabaldon

Cinderella is not only an iconic character when it comes to beauty, grace and fairytale love, but also shoes. — Christian Louboutin

An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love. — Saint Columba

I can't believe that any man would care enough to go to all that trouble. Not for me."
He stopped pacing and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to meet his intense blue gaze. "I am wearing a cravat and cuff links at the godforsaken Beetle Ball. Does this not count as going to trouble for you?"
"But ... that's not for me. Not really."
"Maddie, mo chridhe." His grip on her arms softened to a caress, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Like hell it isn't."
-Maddie & Logan — Tessa Dare

I mean to make you mine, mo chridhe. Touch all of you. Taste all of you. Learn you from the inside out. Once I've held you like that, I'm not going to let go. Ever. — Tessa Dare

And yet again, I was beginning the long process of coming undone in the hundred vestibules of my own soul. Breakdowns were common to me by then, and I attributed them to that sour Irish gene. But I could cast plenty of blame on my washed in the blood of the lamb Southern roots also. Taken together, it looked like a wicked combination of destinies, Irish and Southern, forming a comfortable birthplace for lunatics, nutcases, borderlines, and psychos. I could not blame everything on a bar fight in Galway when I also had these smoldering fires of white lightning smoking in a copper coil ... — Pat Conroy

Future generations would be convinced that nothing good could ever have existed in a country that produced such evil. They would think only of these evils. It would be as if these unleashed dark forces had grotesquely marched like devils on dead horses, backward through the gash in the present, and had destroyed the German past too. — Eric Metaxas

Depression is always in the details. — Julia Alvarez

The mass of people who are Bible-taught never get free from the erroneous impressions stamped on their minds in their infancy, so that their manhood or womanhood can have no intellectual fulfillment, and millions of them only attain mentally to a sort of second childhood — Gerald Massey

Let's have a look at your tatties, then."

She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "What? Now? Here?"

"Not those. Your tatties. The potatoes, mo chridhe..

"Oh." She bit her lip. "I did think it was a bit early in the day for all that."

He caught the back of her apron and gave her a wicked look. "Trust me, it's never too early in the day for all that. — Tessa Dare

Men who have worked together to reach the stars are not likely to descend together into the depths of war and desolation. — Lyndon B. Johnson

Through your rags I see your vanity. — Socrates

I've come home to you."
"H-home ... to me?"
"I knew it," Aunt Thea said. "It's him."
The strange man nodded. "It's me."
It's who?" Maddie blurted out.
... "Don't you know me, mo chridhe? — Tessa Dare

Naturally enough when I was a young dancer, I was terribly anxious to get ahead, and to get ahead quickly. I was impatient with all those older people who talked of the long grind to the top, who turned me down for jobs I knew I could do. — Anna Neagle