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| Beach Strandhill, in Sligo, Ireland |
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| My series on things Irish, gives you pictures of Ireland with wonderful sayings, wit and wisdom, that is truly the essence of the Irish. |
| Knocknarea Hill, Sligo |
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| Knocknarea Hill - view from |
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| Rockwood Parade, Sligo Town, Ireland |
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| looking to Red Bay and Waterfoot village near Glengariff, NI |
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| Harbour Red Bay in Co Antrim |
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| There is nothing so bad that it couldn't be worse |
| The person bringing good news knocks boldly on the door |
| If God sends you down a stony path, may he give you strong shoes |
| Conversation is the cure for every sorrow. Even contention is better than loneliness |
| A boys best friend is his mother and there is no spancel stronger than her apron string |
| A man takes a drink, the drink takes a drink, the drinks takes the man |
| Poverty waits at the gates of idleness |
| It is more difficult to maintain honour than to become prosperous |
| It is sad to have no friend, sad to have unfortunate children; sad to have only a poor hut; but sadder to have nothing good or bad. |
| A short visit is best, and that not too often, even to the house of a friend |
| It is difficult to sooth the proud |
| A wild goose never reared a tame gosling |
| If the knitter is weary the baby will have no new bonnet |
| A silent mouth is sweet to hear |
| The lame is not encumbered by the swan; nor the steed by the bridle; nor the sheep by the wool; nor the man by the soul that is in him |
| Have sense, patience, and self-restraint, and no mischief will come |
| Only a fool burns his coal without warming himself |
| How many mourn the want of possessions; yet the strong, the brave, and the rich, all go to the grave at last; like the poor, and the emaciated, and the infant. |
| The man who pays the piper calls the tune |
| Have the mouth of ivy and a heart of holly |
| Men are like bagpipes - no sound comes from them till they're full |
| The river is no wider from this side than the other |
| Silence is the fence around the haggard where wisdom is stacked |
| Kirwans Lane, Galway, Ireland |
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| This page made 17 August 2001 updated 12 Feb. 2004 |
| Every branch blossoms according to the root from which it spring |
| A constant guest is never welcome |
| The tree remains but not the hand that planted it |
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