May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A friend’s eye is a good mirror.
It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose.
It is a long road that has no turning.
If you lie down with dogs, you’ll rise with fleas.
It is a great piece of good fortune when you believe something truly.
A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.
When the well is dry, they know the worth of water.
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, the foresight to know where you are going, and the insight to know when you have gone too far.
The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune.
You’ll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind.
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people He gave it to.
A silent mouth is melodious.
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.
May the sun always shine on your windowpane; may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your father was.
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.
A trade not properly learned is an enemy.
The light heart lives long.
A beautiful thing is never perfect.
The heaviest ear of grain bends its head the lowest.
Old Irish Sayings part 2
May the cat eat you and may the devil eat the cat.
Better the trouble that follows death than the trouble that follows shame.
It is easy to half the potatoes where there is love.
Time is a good storyteller.
Snuff at a wake is fine if there’s nobody sneezing over the snuffbox.
Where you will see a fat donkey, you will see his master’s house.
It’s no use carrying an umbrella if your shoes are leaking.
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
A kind word never broke anyone’s mouth.
A silent mouth is full of food.
God did not create hurry.
You’ll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind.
A good word is as soon said as a bad one.
A good start is half the work.
One step at a time is good walking.
Short cuts make long delays.
May the luck of the Irish lead to happiest heights and the highway you travel be lined with green lights.
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May the hills rise to meet your steps, May the wind be always at your back.
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.
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