On Dublin Street Quotes & Sayings

Faith as tiny as a grain of sand allows us to move mountains. — Paulo Coelho

He followed you into the staff room and didn't come back for twenty minutes and when he did come back, he looked like he'd been mauled by a woman who'd been locked in an empty room without a vibrator, or a man for ten years! — Samantha Young

Only in the darkest of moments will one truly find themselves. — Keith M. Weller

Come on guys," Ellie called to us from further up the sidewalk. Elodie, Clark and the kids must have already gone inside. "What's taking so long?"
"Jocelyn was just begging for sex, but I told her it was a highly inappropriate time for it," Braden answered loudly, causing passersby to chuckle at him.
Young, Samantha (2012-10-12). On Dublin Street (Kindle Locations 3707-3709). Penguin Group US. Kindle Edition. — Samantha Young

If I could out run the Angel of Death I'd probably die from lack of breath! — Stanley Victor Paskavich

The joy of the new, hip, happening, double-espresso Dublin is that you can blame any strange mood on coffee deprivation. This never worked in the era of tea, at least not at the same level of street cred. — Tana French

The next movie I do is not going to be in school. — Devon Sawa

Our eyes collided as heat rushed up my arm. The tingling between my legs intensified, the need in my gut moaned with want. All I could see was Braden, all I could smell was Braden, and his body was so close I imagined I could almost feel all of his hard strength pressing against me. Right then I wanted nothing more than to pull him into the ladies restroom and let him screw me hard against the wall. — Samantha Young

I want to reveal in a simple way the usual - and unusual - life of the city; the corporation workman, the busmen, policemen, the civil servants, the theatres, Moore Street and also, what occupies so large a place in Dublin's life, the literary and artistic. — Patrick Kavanagh

What the hell was that out there?" he fumed at me, but was still definitely turned on, his hard-on digging into me, making my own body go to war with my head."None of your business, that's what it was.""Are you fucking him?""None of your business!"He made a low, irate sound under his breath and tugged on my arms. "Considering I want to fuck you, it is my business. And considering you definitely want to be fucked by me, I think it's in your best interest to answer me."
- On Dublin Street — Samantha Young

Communities in every corner of America struggle to fill nursing vacancies to provide care for everyone who needs it. — Kirsten Gillibrand

Okay, so I want to talk about it. Dammit, how can you be so good at the whole keeping things to yourself thing? It's really hard. — Samantha Young

I tutted. "That's cold, Nate."
"Hey - " He pointed his finger at me.
"I'm not a complete shit. I realized later that night that it was a stupid bloody idea and I felt awful."
"Felt awful?" Nathan harrumphed.
"You cried your eyes out." I pinched my lips together to keep from laughing. Nate scowled.
"Manly tears. Manly tears of regret."
Young, Samantha (2014-01-07). Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street Book 3) (Kindle Locations 2913-2916). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. — Samantha Young

Oh so i was right last night then. Unlike me, she has your love. — Samantha Young

Don't spend too much time planning, release early and often, some things will work, others won't, refine and move forward and above all forget the money, just make sure you love what you're doing. — Kevin Rose

Well, playing a guy who writes songs and busks on Grafton Street in Dublin and falls in love with Marketa Irglova wasn't very difficult for me. There was very little acting going on. — Glen Hansard

At this moment, in this place, the shifting action potential in my neurons cascade into certain arrangements, patterns, thoughts; they flow down my spine, branch into my arms, my fingers, until muscles twitch and thought is translated into motion; mechanical levers are pressed; electrons are rearranged; marks are made on paper.

At another time, in another place, light strikes the marks, reflects into a pair of high-precision optical instruments sculpted by nature after billions of years of random mutations; upside-down images are formed against two screens made up of millions of light-sensitive cells, which translate light into electrical pulses that go up the optic nerves, cross the chiasm, down the optic tracts, and into the visual cortex, where the pulses are reassembled into letters, punctuation marks, words, sentences, vehicles, tenors, thoughts.

The entire system seems fragile, preposterous, science fictional. — Ken Liu

The thought of hurting him ripped me apart. Ripped me so totally, that I knew, I cared more for him than I did myself. — Samantha Young

She's definitely a romance writer. I've primed her to be a romance writer, subjecting her to so many romantic dramas it would be a miracle if she didn't become a romance writer. — Samantha Young

Let's start the next chapter, baby. — Samantha Young

There is nothing Tourettic about the New York City subways. — Jonathan Lethem

We've only got three months. There's no time for space. — Samantha Young

Had Eudokia been granted divinity she'd have found something better to do with it than watching two old farts in ugly robes mutter gibberish over summer wine. — Daniel Polansky

I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?"
Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?"
"All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you"
His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?"
"I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you ... " I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. " ... to fuck it out of me. — Samantha Young

We're still us," I managed, blinking back tears.
"I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us."
"There won't be. I won't let there be if you won't."
"Good, Sweetheart. Good. We'll just forget about this. It didn't mean anything. — Samantha Young

There are more balls in twenty feet of street here then there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack. — Karen Marie Moning

I gulped inwardly. Outwardly, I tilted my head to the side with a wry grin. "You're good with the words, I'll give you that."
"I'm good with my hands. Will you let me give you that?"
Young, Samantha (2012-10-12). On Dublin Street (Kindle Locations 1917-1919). Penguin Group US. Kindle Edition. — Samantha Young

You are really tall for fifteen." His eyes drifted over me, a small smile playing on his lips. "A lot of people must seem tall to you." "Are you calling me short?" "Are you saying you're not short?" I wrinkled my nose. "I'm not delusional. It's just not polite to comment on a girl's shortness. For all you know I'm really mad at the world because I'm vertically challenged."
Young, Samantha (2014-10-07). Echoes of Scotland Street: An On Dublin Street Novel (p. 5). Penguin Group US. Kindle Edition. — Samantha Young

You just never know what hurts people are living with, do you? Were all so good at hiding them. — Samantha Young

...I always took the rearmost seat in the classroom - it gave me a good view of things. And I must confess, the location taught me more about human nature and justice than could be learned from the professors' lectures. — Rohinton Mistry

Democracy was the right of the people to choose their own tyrant. — James Madison

There's a ruthlessness to the city now that wasn't there before. I was in Dublin a few months ago, when we were shooting Breakfast on Pluto, and if I saw one kid throwing up on the street, I must have seen a hundred of them. — Liam Neeson