If you’re lucky enough to be Irish……you’re lucky enough!
There are only two kinds of people in the world, the Irish and those who wish they were.
Ireland is rich in literature that understands a soul’s yearnings, and dancing that understands a happy heart.
May neighbours respect you, trouble neglect you, the angels protect you, and Heaven accept you.
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies and quick to make friends. And may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.
May your heart be light and happy, may your smile be big and wide, and may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!
May you have food and raiment, a soft pillow for your head. May you be forty years in heaven before the devil knows you’re dead.
In Ireland the inevitable never happens and the unexpected constantly occurs.
Sir John Pentland Mahaffy.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
John Millington Synge
St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time – a day to begin transforming winter’s
dreams into summer’s magic.
It’s easy to halve the potato where there’s love.
May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.
May the roof above you never fall in, and those gathered beneath it never fall out.
Honey is sweet, but don’t lick it off a briar.
Who keeps his tongue keeps his friends.
Better be sparing at first than at last.
Lose an hour in the morning and you’ll be looking for it all day.