Irish Blessing Sayings Novels & Stories

She found him lying among the smashed pumpkins, paralyzed and struggling to speak. “You are weak and pathetic,” Mrs. Belfry observed. “I know I should feel pity for you, but I find I lack the capacity at the moment. I will show you mercy, however, you will be around to see my success in leading this town. Only you will have the weight of your years to weaken you further.” Mrs. Belfry spoke the words of her curse in ancient Celtic. “Sean-Aoise!”

The way my chest had tightened when I woke. When I finished, silence settled between us, thick but not uncomfortable. Then the seer laughed. Not cruelly. Not mockingly but warmly. “Oh, child,” she said, shaking her head. “You worry too much.” My shoulders sagged with relief before she even finished speaking. “So… it’s not bad?” “Not at all,” she replied. “It is not a curse. It is not a warning of loss.” She leaned forward, eyes glowing faintly. “It is the birth of blessings,” she said. “But blessings rarely come without a price. Evil must often die so that good may live freely.”

Finn yelled at the old woman. But the woman did not look scared. She just smiled with teeth that were yellow and broken. She looked right at Arthur like she knew him. "Lower your weapon," Arthur told Finn. Something about the old woman felt important. Not dangerous. Just important. The woman shuffled closer to Arthur. Her strange eyes looked deep into his. When she spoke, her voice was like old paper rustling. "A blessing," she said. The words hung in the air like smoke. "And a curse."

’ Smiling, the priestess continued as she recited the blessing. “Blessed be your breath; may you breathe deep as you take in power. Blessed be your eyes as they look to the future and the skies. Blessed be your ears as you listen to the world around you and the moon goddess to guide you. Blessed be your tongue as you speak only truth and taste only the sweetness of life. Blessed be your hands as you grasp what the world and moon goddess provide. Blessed be your feet as they carry you through this world and the next.” Stepping back, Imogen handed the infant to Emmeline who held her close.

“I have to go give out the remaining bread to some of the other families. I do hope you're going to be fine without me before I come back this evening.’’ she nods her head vigorously. “May the spirit of the Moon goddess be with you in all your endeavors and why should boilers and support the work of your hands.’’ Those Were the words she had always repeated every day when we parted ways. and every time she said that I felt the same way but then I've been lifted from my shoulders. I felt as if I could move easily again, like something was dragging me behind. Maybe it was just intuition or perhaps I was thinking too much into it. Yet it goes without a doubt to say that the elderly can bless th

Dear Irish, I must apologize. Yesterday I was quite upset, and I don't want to add to your troubles. I know that I shouldn't have taken that way out. I hope you don't take it to heart. When I told you that I loved you, I meant every word. It was very hard for me to say those words, because I'm afraid that I'll lose you one day. Maybe even today. And it would be very painful for me, to lose you. However, I know that I'll never forget you, because I always see you as my best friend.

She turns, looking at me with those shining eyes. “Don’t tempt me” she smiles. My stomach flips. **Ber er bakið sem á engan bróður = Bare is the back that has no brother. An Icelandic proverb roughly transliterating to 'If you've got no one to look out for you, you're stuffed in the worst of ways**

Irish head moves as the chuckle vibrates through his chest and she laughs with him, “Don’t praise me that much, my big bad wolf. Faeries get too proud and lose sometimes.” He looks down at her, “You won’t get cocky and you won’t lose.” Irish eyes sparkles as she looks up at him, “Did you just say cocky?” “So what if I said it,” He raises an eyebrow at the female in front of him, “There’s nothing bad in that.” Irish’s nose wrinkles up, “It sounds weird.” She looks away from him and stares at her children as they start squirming, her eyes widen and she pulls away from the male, “He found us.”

Anam réoti, anam réoti Tír na Scáth, Tír na Soilse A chroí, a chroí, déan teangamh Leis an bhfuil, leis an bhfuil" "Soul return, soul return Land of Shadows, Land of Light O heart, O heart, make a bond With the blood, with the blood"

IRISH POV “I am so proud of you, Irish. I’ve always known you’d make me proud. Tell me, what kind of wedding do you want? I think we should do a destination wedding. Somewhere in Paris, Maldives, you know… what do you think, Alex?” “Anywhere she wants, Ma. I’m fine with any of her choices.” Take a deep breath, Irish. Breathe. No violence, no violence. I gave them one of those smiles that speaks volumes.