Irish Guinness Quotes & Sayings

She hated funeral homes with their thick carpets and elegantly appointed decor. She would much prefer an all-out Irish wake where everyone drank too much Guinness and brawls broke out. That's how the dead should be honored- with life and all of it's warts. — Elizabeth Meyette

James Joyce once called Guinness stout "the wine of Ireland." Indeed it's one of the most successful beers worldwide. Ten million glasses of this ambrosial liquid are consumed with great gusto each day. — Rashers Tierney

Like so many things in life, a well-poured pint of Guinness is worth waiting for. — Rashers Tierney

I don't know what kind of swag I'd get if I were extra Irish. It would just be, like, extra potatoes. Or like a free pint of Guinness. — Saoirse Ronan

The original Guinness Brewery in Dublin has a 9,000-year lease on its property at a perpetual rate of 45 pounds per year--one of the best bargains in Irish commercial history! — Rashers Tierney

I like Guinness, and that will make anyone Irish. That and soda bread, and I'm good to go. — Peter Riegert

Once again, just because I prefer Guinness to lemonade that doesn't mean I am not particular about the temperature at which the Guinness is served; and I believe Paul would have told Calvin to take his dark Irish beer out of the fridge, to let it come up to room temperature and taste its full flavour. — N. T. Wright

The bearded man lit his cigarette. "I'm a leprechaun," he said. Shadow did not smile. "Really?" he said. "Shouldn't you be drinking Guinness?" "Stereotypes. You have to learn to think outside the box," said the bearded man. "There's a lot more to Ireland than Guinness." "You don't have an Irish accent." "I've been over here too fucken long." "So you are originally from Ireland?" "I told you. I'm a leprechaun. We don't come from fucken Moscow. — Neil Gaiman

And so I have brought this pint for him - a proper Irish pint, from Ireland. This pint - brought through the sky, and over the sea. I am finally buying my old man a good pint of Guinness. As I walk through the door, holding the glass - kids throwing themselves at me, one already crying - I hold it out to Dadda, and tell him to sip it. He tears the cling film off - looking at me, confused - and then takes a sip. "Christ. That's flat," he says. — Caitlin Moran