My dearest dear Albert sat on a footstool by my side and his excessive love and affection gave me feelings of heavenly love and happiness I never could have hoped to have felt before! He clasped me in his arms and we kissed each other again and again! His beauty... his sweetness and gentleness - really how can I ever be thankful enough to have such a husband! to be called names of tenderness, I have never yet heard used to me before - was bliss beyond belief! Oh! This was the happiest day of my life! May God help me to do my duty as I ought and be worthy of such blessings.

Do not to let your feelings (very natural and usual ones) of momentary irritation and discomfort be seen by others don't (as you so often did and do) let every little feeling be read in your face and seen in your manner.

We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which loved us so tenderly, is above us - loving us, praying for us, and free from all suffering and woe - yes, that is a comfort, and that first birthday in another world must have been a far brighter one than any in this poor world below!

Affairs go on, and all will take some shape or other, but it keeps one in hot water all the time.

When the pilots were bringing down their aircraft, they would have difficulty telling one run-way from the other.

My mother used to sit at the foot of my bed, and she would share her dreams with me.

I have just one black and white photograph left of my mother when she was younger. She was 17 when it was taken and beautiful with wispy curls and eyes that shone like dark marbles.

I guess if there is a big spiritual experience in my life, it is me becoming a mother.

As well as being blind, Ma turned out to have the same mental illness that her mother had had. Between 1986 and 1990, she suffered six schizophrenic bouts, each requiring her to be institutionalised for up to three months.

My mother used to sit at the foot of my bed and she would share her dreams with me.

Success creates opportunities for other people.

Like my mother, I was always saying, 'I'll fix my life one day.' It became clear when I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams that my time was now or maybe never.

It obviously bothers people when Real Madrid win. It makes them jealous. There isn't a level playing field.

We cannot live being obsessed with what other people think about us.

We can help others, we can all help.

I have two Golden Boot awards at home. It would be nice to win another, but I wouldn’t mind it if I didn’t.

Why lie? I’m not going to be a hypocrite and say the opposite of what I think, like some others do.

I prefer other people to make judgments about the way I play and to characterize me, rather me describe myself.

This country has not been made by politicians, kings or governments. It has been made by farmers, labourers, our mothers and sisters, and youth.

This country has not been made by politicians, kings or governments. It has been made by farmers, labourers, our mothers and sisters, and youth.

We are each of us angels with only one wing and we can only fly by embracing one another.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Let our New Year's resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity in the finest sense of the word.