Fionn Mac Quotes & Sayings

A Way Out
Do you know what it is like to lie in bed awake;
with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes.
Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake. — Lang Leav

I would love to give it a try with you. — S. Wolf

Early Summer, loveliest season,
The world is being colored in.
While daylight lasts on the horizon,
Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.

The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.
"Welcome, summer" is what he says.
Winter's unimaginable.
The wood's a wickerwork of boughs.

Summer means the river's shallow,
Thirsty horses nose the pools.
Long heather spreads out on bog pillows.
White bog cotton droops in bloom.

Swallows swerve and flicker up.
Music starts behind the mountain.
There's moss and a lush growth underfoot.
Spongy marshland glugs and stutters.

Bog banks shine like ravens' wings.
The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome.
The speckled fish jumps; and the strong
Swift warrior is up and running.

A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow
Hits the highest note there is;
The lark sings out his clear tidings.
Summer, shimmer, perfect days. — Marie Heaney

Megan almost pouted at the reappearance of the black T-shirt covering his body, but a chuckle bubbled out at the sight of two bowls, two spoons, and four half gallons of ice cream lined up on the kitchen counter. "What do you want for breakfast?" she deadpanned.
His brow furrowed. He looked from her to the ice cream and back. "I thought ... "
She patted his arm. All solid muscle. "Just teasing. Dig in. — Laura Kaye

The only good soul is a lost soul, and only a lost soul can find its way home. — Trebor Healey

Fencing is more a sport than a martial art. It would be like basing your knowledge of roman phalanx warfare on NFL football. — Patrick Rothfuss

People forget I started on TV as a 7-stone 12-year-old - I'm bound to have changed. I've just grown up and filled out. I haven't been hammering it in the gym, and I haven't been thinking, 'Right, I need to look good.' — Kelvin Fletcher

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it. — Karl Kraus

If we burn, you burn with us. — Suzanne Collins

No one has their own identity like the Ronettes did back in the day. — Ronnie Spector