Dublin Christmas Quotes

I’ve had a lot of food but if you don’t jiggle me too much you can have your wicked way with me.

I was seriously considering giving both Ellie and Braden a lump of coal for their Christmas present this year as a thank-you for turning Joss into a normal person who annoyed her friends with her terrible matchmaking skills.

I liked Christmas and this was Christmassy enough for us. Ellie and Adam’s flat looked like Santa had dropped around for a party, had too much to drink and puked up Christmas everywhere.

Shaking my head, I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. When I pulled back I rested my forehead on his. “They’re perfect.” I sighed, smiling teasingly. “You know, I think I might kind of love you.

He had neither companions nor friends, church nor creed. He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when they died. He performed these two social duties for old dignity's sake but conceded nothing further to the conventions which regulate the civic life.

If you don’t mind me saying, you are a very peculiar man.” “Sane though. I’ve got a piece of paper.

Seriously though, how can I ever thank you?” “For feck’s sake woman, you own a pub!

In ten years’ time you’ll look back at twenty-six and wish you’d realised you had your whole life ahead of you. And at forty-six you’ll look back at thirty-six and think the exact same thing. The world is full of people killing time because they think they’ve no time left.

It’s the winter. The Homo sapiens is supposed to put on a layer of fat to help maintain itself and keep warm through the colder months.” “Is that right? Are you expecting another ice age?

Have you ever noticed how it is almost always men who are banging on about tradition? That’s because the world used to be set up exactly how they like it and things changing doesn’t suit them. That’s all tradition is: people having no other justification for the stupid way things are done.

drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas.

Wang Min nodded and pointed at himself. “Statistician.” “Great,” said Bunny. “If his English was better, he could help us figure out the odds on this turning out well.

I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to see proof of your possession of the full picnic’s worth of sandwiches, but I’m in a weakened enough state to take your word for it.

It’s like how you could go through your whole life and never meet an unsuccessful parachutist. That didn’t mean they didn’t exist. They did, but only for as long as it took gravity to prove an emphatic point from ten thousand feet.

He was aware that younger lads and even more tragically, some older lads, felt that the height of modern romance was sending a picture of your tackle to a lady, but he found the idea horrific. Bar anything else, he’d never considered that to be an attractive bit of kit. It looked like something you’d find in a butcher’s bin. If that made the top five list of your best features, then you needed to take a night class or learn to juggle or something, because you were not much of a catch.

At school, my religious-education teacher expressly forbade us to write "Xmas." It was regarded as a foul blasphemy. How would I like it if people used an anonymous X in place of my name? However, it would seem that the word "Xmas" is not blasphemous after all. In the original Greek, "Christ" was written "Xristos," but the X isn't the Roman "ecks"; The Cassell Dictionary of Word Histories explains that it is the Greek letter "chi" (pronounced with a k to rhyme with "eye"--k'eye). The x is simply a stand-in for "the first letter of Greek Khristos--Christ." Indeed, the Chi-Rho (CH-r--the first two syllables of "Christ") illumination can be seen in the ancient Irish manuscript of the Gospels, The Book of Kells, which is housed at Trinity College in Dublin. This work dates back to the ninth century. Of course, strictly speaking, Xmas" should still be pronounced "Christmas" because it's an abbreviation, not an alternative word.

It's like how you could go through your entire life and never meet an unsuccessful parachutist. That didn't men they didn't exist. They did, but only for as long as it took gravity to prove an emphatic point from ten thousand feet.

Dagen övergår till kväll och tusentals ljus välkomnar oss när Dublins stad omfamnar bukten.

Friday afternoon before we broke for Christmas vacation, Andy and I boarded the school’s helicopter. We flew to London to catch the Simorgh to Paris. Ubaid was already on the plane waiting for us. He had helicoptered in from Dublin. Our Arab friend was in good spirits during our 45-minute journey to Charles de Gaulle airport. On the flight I was curious to find out if he had defied his father's wishes and continued to see Gianna. I asked, "You must be happy to be back at university, judging from the look on your face." "Yes, that is true. I am very happy. Gianna flew to Dublin to spend several days with me before she left for New York, with Allegra.

I can't remember how long it's been since I spent Christmas in Dublin. Long enough, once again. But soon enough Prince Moonbeam and Princess Buttercup shall be reunited.

pleasant morning in Dublin getting her hair and nails done, she was stuck

And FYI, you mean astronomer not astrologer.” “Do I?” “Ye do. Astrologer is all that star sign nonsense.” “Are you sure?” “I am,” said Tara. “The fight it caused is the reason we stopped having a table quiz.” “I thought that was because of who invented the light bulb?” “No, that’s the reason we no longer have a quiz machine. The clientele of this pub take trivia knowledge far too bleedin’ seriously.

Bonner smiled. “Are you going to tell me next how when you were a kid you only got an orange for Christmas, Sarge?” O’Keefe took a sip on his coffee to hide a smile. “Cheeky bitch, I’m not that old.” “Or that fond of fruit.

Did stress bring on early labour? Tara wasn’t sure. She knew that sex and curry apparently did. In the case of her cousin Cheryl, they’d also played a fairly big role in conception.

It had recently dawned to her that the problem with using successfull people as your role models is that they represented a tiny sample size. It didnt take into account all the other people who'd also made 'daring' choices in their lives and wound up at dead ends or just plain dead.