No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied. John Millington Synge More Quotes by John Millington Synge More Quotes From John Millington Synge There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting. John Millington Synge soothing ireland-and-the-irish language A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves. John Millington Synge hiking journey islands I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds, The gray and wintry sides of many glens, And did but half remember human words, In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens. John Millington Synge stars flower bird The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind. John Millington Synge enough islands wind Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple. John Millington Synge autumn should-have play Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life. John Millington Synge beauty character art Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms. John Millington Synge men mean thinking A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, for he will be going out on a day when he shouldn't. John Millington Synge going-out sea men When I was writing The Shadow of the Glen I got more aid than any learning could have given me from a chink in the floor of the old Wicklow house where I was staying, that let me hear what was being said by the servent girls in the kitchen. John Millington Synge girl house writing In the middle classes the gifted son of a family is always the poorest -- usually a writer or artist with no sense for speculation -- and in a family of peasants, where the average comfort is just over penury, the gifted son sinks also, and is soon a tramp on the roadside. John Millington Synge family artist son In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple. John Millington Synge apples nuts play In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas. John Millington Synge pain wind war It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea. John Millington Synge race men moving What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only? John Millington Synge horse thousand son A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam. John Millington Synge fog circles sight At first I threw my weight upon my heels, as one does naturally in a boot, and was a good deal bruised, but after a few hours I learned the natural walk of man, and could follow my guide in any portion of the island. John Millington Synge journey islands men Drink a health to the wonders of the western world, the pirates, preachers, poteen-makers, with the jobbing jockies; parching peelers, and the juries fill their stomachs selling judgments of the English law. John Millington Synge pirate law world A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it. John Millington Synge translations giving It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms. John Millington Synge clay strong roots I'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen. John Millington Synge comeback reading giving
