John Millington Synge Quotes
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
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.
The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.
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.
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.
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.
What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?
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.
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.
Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.
A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.
I'm a good scholar when it comes to reading but a blotting kind of writer when you give me a pen.
A translation is no translation, ’ he said, ‘unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.
Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it.
