Irish Blessing Sayings Novels & Stories

The words sank into her spirit like rain into dry earth. “Therefore, what God has joined together, let no man put asunder. For love is strong as death, its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it.” Samarth gently reached for her hand again, interlacing their fingers. Her grip tightened in return. The blessing continued, the voices weaving around them like a divine tapestry. “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May He make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

Looking up her balcony he says , " Soon , you will be mine mate" Little does the sleeping beauty know , her wish had come true. The moon did indeed listen to her cries and answered her wish , but it's nothing she could of ever imagined.

“May fate be kind to you, may your loved ones aid you in the storms of life, may joy be yours and may there be little strife, may peace and happiness be yours all your days, may you find friends and the love of a fated mate on your way.” I could feel the blessing reverberate through me and know that this is no young witch; this woman is powerful. She then picks up a goblet and draws a crescent on each of their foreheads. “Blessings of the Spirits be upon you. Blessings of All Beings be upon you.” Concluding the blessing, she gives each of us a candle to blow out before placing a crescent on our foreheads as well. “That was something else,” I murmur, and Caterina agrees.

"You don't get to come in here like some kind of deranged fairy godmother. Tell her she's been chosen for some great task. That the gods are on her side and then rip her to shreds as her father waltzes in for a second and then leaves without so much as an acknowledgement." He pitched his voice really high and took on some kind of brogue I'd been fortunate enough to never have heard before. "Och, lassie, doona be worrying yer pretty wee head aboot the magicks. They'll be gone in a lick, they will." He fluffed his non-existent long hair. "And, doona ken? You'll be getting all the love of the gods, ye will." Brigid's face looked stuck somewhere between horrified and amused. She opened her mouth

I kissed his lips, tasting the salt of the tears. "I love you," I said. "Even when you're difficult. Even when you make mistakes. Even when jealousy and fear consume you. I love you." Declan kissed my forehead, my nose, my mouth. "Mo ghrá... mo chroí... mo bhean..." he whispered again in Gaelic. "Tá grá agam duit... go deo." (Approximate translation: My love... my heart... my woman... I love you... forever.)

Lady Iris calls the Prince out while she notices the Prince's uneasiness. Plastering a sweet smile, Lady Iris voices out for her sake, "I will be departing from the Kingdom together with my mother, and the Majesty. We will head back to the Silverfang Kingdom for good, and to clear my issues to our people. I pray for the Goddess's blessing to sprinkle upon you." Touched by her honey-like speech, Prince Alphonso craves out a toothy grin as he wishes them best regards in their journey. "I wish for the Goddess to guide you in your way back to the Silverfang Kingdom. Bless you, Lady Iris. No... Bless everyone in your Kingdom."

(French for ‘Cheers’) She clinked her glass to his and replied with ‘Sláinte’. (Irish for ‘Cheers’) They both took a sip. She couldn’t quite believe that he was standing here in front of her. The wine was like liquid velvet, fragrant, round and smooth. Clearly very expensive.

Irish threatened her in annoyance. "Whatever. As if you are really going to kill me." "I'm leaving now." This pregnant is crazy. Irish rolled her eyes on what she thought. Alice stopped laughing at her. "Okay, okay. Say hi to Bethena for me, okay?" She stood up and they hugged.

"Hang in there little one. Just a little bit more. I'm gonna raise you all alone. We'll make him understand you grew up without his help." Shutting her eyes, with her face still tilted towards the moon, Irish muttered. "So help me, Moon Goddess." Bracing herself, Irish took one leap after another, but she ran till she was out of breath again, then decided she wasn't going to get far with such speed since she was pregnant. Again, she stopped to catch her breath and that was when she caught sight of two people on the lonely road kissing each other like they were going to screw each other right there.

Isabella says. "Seriously, Isabella? Cannot believe that you believe in those superstitions. I don't believe that we are cursed. I believe that we have strong forefathers who would not have allowed a gypsy to curse them. Baby, seriously, I think that you are just overreacting. We will stand still. I know that we are prone to making trouble. However, I do not believe that we are cursed. I know that you have said it before, but I never wanted to tell you that I don't believe it. But now, seriously, baby, I cannot take it anymore. I don't believe we are cursed. I believe that we are blessed to have each other," I say.