Seanfhocal na Seachtaine (proverb of the week)

[moonwise]

Ní dhéanfadh an domhan capall rása d'asal.

The world would not make a race horse out of a donkey.

Filleann an feall ar an bhfeallaire.

The treachery returns to the betrayer.

Téann an saol thart mar bheadh eiteoga air agus cuireann gach aon Nollaig bliain eile ar do ghualainn.

Life goes by as if it had wings, and every Christmas puts another year on your shoulder.

Más maith leat siocháin, cairdeas, agus moladh, éist, feic, agus fan balbh.

If you wish for peace, friendship, and praise, listen, look, and stay mute.

Níl aon tóin tinn mar do thóin tinn féin.

There's no sore ass like your own sore ass.

Ní fhanann trá le fear mall.

An ebb (tide) does not wait for a slow man (often translated as "Time and tide wait for no man.

Níor dhún Dia doras riamh nár oscail Sé ceann eile.

God never closed one door without opening another.

Na trí cairde is fearr agus na trí naimhde is measa: tine, gaoth, is uisce.

The three best friends and the three worst enemies: fire, wind, and water.

This one is for Fire Ceremony...

Olc síon an sioc, is fearr sioc ná sneachta agus is fearr sneachta ná síorbháisteach.

Frost is bad weather, [but] frost is better than snow, and snow is better than eternal rain.

Comments

[fireceremony.livejournal.com]

I think this was my favorite:
"Níor dhún Dia doras riamh nár oscail Sé ceann eile." :)

Thanks for the wink, the occasional snow is better than eternal rain.