Quotes Tagged With :iris

In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting....

Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.

Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.” Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous....

Time passes, but memories linger.

Irish people marry late, as a rule. We have that potato-famine DNA from the old country, that mentality....

Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile....

All is changed, changed utterlyA terrible beauty is born

I give you my love & my luck. Don't throw either away.

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

poetry’s favourite moment is when one loses one’s footing because of a landslide or seismic shaking....