Kildare Quotes & Sayings

My best man, of course, was Gloinn...who accompanied us on our honeymoon to Kildare...often popping into the marital bed with myself and Noreen when the winter nights got particularly cold. Once, while I was in the lavatory at the end of the corridor outside the bedroom, he tried to have sex with Noreen. I was a bit annoyed with him at first, but when he told me that it was Noreen who had led him on, I accepted his explanation immediately. Over the years, I have often wondered if Gloinn was being slightly disingenuous about this, as Noreen has the sexual urges of a corpse. — Arthur Mathews

The great post-Holocaust poet, Paul Celan, said that a poem is a message in a bottle sent out in the not always greatly hopeful belief that somewhere and some time it would wash up on land on heartland perhaps. — Edward Hirsch

You are My Mother, the Mother of Mercy, and the consolation of the souls in Purgatory. — Brigit Of Kildare

I love European movies and I kind of grew up on European films. — Jodie Foster

All you who are in love
Aye and can not remove it
I pity the pain that you endure.
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are filled with woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure.
-the Curragh of Kildare — Maggie Stiefvater

The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. — Chief Seattle

I should like a great lake of ale, for the King of Kings. I should like the family of heaven to be drinking it through time eternal. — Brigit Of Kildare

I thought it was a classic David and Goliath story, and I was fully onboard Team WikiLeaks. I was very pro the leaks, barring the redaction issue. But I see WikiLeaks as a publisher. — Alex Gibney

It is a virtue and a prize to listen patiently to and put up with insults for the sake of God — Brigit Of Kildare

If she just wanted to come home at night to eye candy with good hair, I could probably be that reasonably well. — Richelle Mead

O Jesus! Remember the sadness that Thou didst experience when, contemplating in the light of Thy divinity the predestination of those who would be saved by the merits of Thy sacred passion, thou didst see at the same time the great multitude of reprobates who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of those hopeless, lost, and unfortunate sinners. — Brigit Of Kildare

Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all. — James Joyce

Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both. — Tessa Dare

He is like a female llama surprised in her bath. — Winston Churchill

Jasmine shook her head. She had forgotten about the tales of the Jinn that her father warned her about. Now, being here the memories were returning like a slow and purposeful
spider. With its long, black legs the nightmares would creep into her mind each time she closed her eyes. Then, she would see through the creature's murky eyes. She would see the carcass of a deer as it lay in the glistening white. She would watch the hyena tearing at its sweated flesh, blood seeping into the snow forming warm pools of death around her feet. And in that moment, the deer shifted. It shifted into the shape of a young boy. — Shereen Malherbe

Challenging mass incarceration requires something civil rights advocates have long been reluctant to do: advocacy on behalf of criminals. Even — Michelle Alexander

Strike an average between what a woman thinks of her husband a month before she marries him and what she thinks of him a year afterward, and you will have the truth about him. — H.L. Mencken

Blessed be Thou, my Lord Jesus Christ, who didst foretell Thy death before the time, and in the Last Supper didst wonderfully consecrate Thy precious Body of material bread, and also charitably gave it to Thy Apostles, in memory of Thy most worthy Passion — Brigit Of Kildare