Words matter. These are the best Irish Catholic Quotes from famous people such as Dennis Lehane, Terry Wogan, John Lydon, Brian Dennehy, Edna O’Brien, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I won the parental lottery. Most of the kids I grew up with either came from really fractured homes, or really violent ones. I went home to a very traditional, good Irish Catholic family.
I spent my entire Irish Catholic youth in a constant state of guilt over imaginary sins. I learned that nothing is a sin as long as you don’t take pleasure from it.
I had an Irish Catholic education. Horrible nuns, vindictive and cruel.
I come from an Irish Catholic family, and hell-raising is part of the DNA.
I’m an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.
The Irish Catholic side was married to the life of an actor and I found out acting could be a form of prayer.
I am an Irish Catholic person. I’ve been a man and a woman. I speak Russian, sort of. And then I’m very diplomatic.
People make mistakes in life. You shouldn’t have to live with that for the rest of your life. I believe in redemption. I’m an Irish Catholic, and I just think it’s the right thing to do.
I grew up in a big Irish, Catholic family. My dad was a pretty rough guy. So one of my brothers left home when he was 15 and found his way to the gym. It gave me the opportunity to go and spend some time with him and work out in the gym.
It’s true of Irish Catholic families. They’re big on story telling and big on saving stories from one generation to the next.
I grew up in an Irish Catholic family, and I think they force you to watch every James Cagney movie.
I was raised Irish Catholic and went to Holy Names Academy, an all-girl’s private Catholic school. I loved the nuns there and I love them to this day.
I had to have some balls to be Irish Catholic in South London. Most of that time I spent fighting.
I don’t think I related to the Irish Catholic surroundings that was my environment when I was growing up.
I grew up middle class – my dad was a high school teacher; there were five kids in our family. We all shared a nine-hundred-square-foot home with one bathroom. That was exciting. And my wife is Irish Catholic and also very, very barely middle class.
Worse than the ordinary, miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
I saw my mother crying for the first time, which made a huge impression on me, when I came home from kindergarten, and she was watching TV because JFK – that Irish Catholic president that we loved – had been killed.
I have differences of opinion within my own family, an Irish Catholic family. So, I do respect those that disagree.
I’m not sure I would make a direct connection between having press attention as a young person and being interested in the media as an older person. I came to it more organically, coming from a family of Irish Catholic storytellers. Storytelling is a pastime and important part of my family’s history and culture.
From the year of his birth in 1914 until the outbreak of war in 1941, my father lived in a mostly white, mostly working-class, mostly Irish Catholic neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York.
I am who I am: an Irish Catholic kid, working class from Long Island. And I made it big.
In 1953 there were two ways for an Irish Catholic boy to impress his parents: become a priest or attend Notre Dame.
I’m from an Irish Catholic family.
I grew up in a big, blended Irish Catholic family just outside of Los Angeles.
In kindergarten, we had this Irish Catholic headmistress called Sister Leonie, and I remember she would tell us, say, to put the crayons in the box. I remember thinking, ‘Why is everyone finding this so easy? Why should the crayons be in the box?’
I was raised Irish Catholic, but I don’t consider myself Irish Catholic: I consider myself me, an American.
I was born into an Irish Catholic family in the New York area in this great, wonderful, and safe country, but the Holocaust has always haunted me, and it has long stood as a stumbling block to faith. How could such a thing be? How is that consistent with the concept of a loving God?
People do think I’m Jewish. But we’re Irish Catholic. My father had a brogue.
I come from a blue-collar, Irish Catholic, pro-Kennedy, pro-union family of Democrats.
I grew up with this idea that songwriters had a great job. My family was Irish Catholic, so if you became a priest or a songwriter, you were golden.