The month of May is the pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer. Lady Gregory, Finn, Son of Cumhal - Lady Gregory, “Finn, Son of Cumhal”
Finn smiled and blew half her brain cells. You going to teach me how to have fun, Pru? he asked in that low, husky voice. - Jill Shalvis
If she’d thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other. - Jill Shalvis
Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever. - Jill Shalvis
What drew her into O’Riley’s like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O’Riley himself. - Jill Shalvis
In these few seconds Finn lived such a long time, that the marble fell back into the bottom of an exhausted world. - Neil M Gunn