“Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brla mon coeur.)”

“For him, she bends over backwards. It is origami of the heart. (Pour lui, elle se plie en quatre. - C'est l'origami du cur)”

“The king who has the broad bean does not have one whole wafer. (Le roi qui a la fve - N'a la galette entire.)”

“We have a thousand possible, but only one is the target. (Nous avons mille possibles, - Mais un seul est la cible)”

“The regrets are like yesterday: they announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)”

“Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L'amour, c'est larme de joie, - C'est le baptme des doigts)”

“She thinks she is white,' they used to sneer, and that was as bad as a curse.”

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.”

“In great deeds, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls generations that ...”

“So you would kill Old Ireland? Anna Livia said. You would kill yourself, for without Old Ireland, you wouldnt be.”