A marriage is a delicate thing, Maggie, a balance of two hearts and two hopes. Sometimes the weight's just too heavy on the one side, and the other can't lift to it.
Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.
The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.
He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.
