A Quote by Nico Mirallegro

My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination. — © Nico Mirallegro
My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination.
My mom's half-Irish, and my dad's half-Irish. We don't know much about my mom's side, but my dad's mom came from Belfast and married my grandfather, who was from Wales.
My mom is Filipino and my dad is half Russian and half Irish.
My mom's family was 100 percent Irish, in the American way of being Irish, and then my dad was half Irish.
Jim Rosato was recently married, to a Greek nurse. Rosato was half Irish and half Italian, and there was a pool on at the 1st as to which of the two would arrive at work wearing the other's skin as a hat within the year.
A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with the dew; And half is half and yet is all the scene; And half and half consume what they renew.
Am I the Irish comedian with half a finger? No, I'm the Irish comedian with nine and a half fingers.
Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.
I'm half-Irish, half-Dutch, and I was born in Belgium. If I was a dog, I'd be in a hell of a mess!
I'm half-Italian and half-Polish. So I'm always putting a hit out on myself.
I've got a friend who is half-Jewish and half-Italian. If he can't buy it wholesale, he steals it!
I'm a typical mutt American. I have an Italian last name. Half-Mexican, half-Jewish.
No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.
I like me Italian girls; half Halle Berry, half Penelope Cruz sort of thing!
I like the Rockabilly look. My background is half Italian, half French. I wear cowboy boots and jeans.
I am half Bengali and half Irish by birth.
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
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