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 barebeingconsciousness share on social
The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind. John Millington Synge curiouslydependdirection Change image and share on social
In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple. John Millington Synge appleflavoredfully Change image and share on social
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 claypoetryroot Change image and share on social
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting. John Millington Synge irishlanguagequiet Change image and share on social
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 circlecurlfoam share on social
A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn't. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again. John Millington Synge afraiddaydrown Change image and share on social
What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only? John Millington Synge horsepriceson Change image and share on social
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 bilingualfairfavourite Change image and share on social
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 daydesolationexile share on social
