May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, may good luck pursue you each morning and night.

Saint Patrick’s Day is the one day where everyone wishes they were Irish.

Luck is believing you’re lucky, and on Saint Patrick’s Day, we’re all believers!

A good friend is like a four-leaf clover hard to find and lucky to have.

On this Saint Patrick’s Day, may you have the wisdom to ignore the bad and the fortune to recognize the good.

Here’s to a long life and a merry one, a quick death and an easy one, a pretty girl and an honest one, a cold beer and another one!

May the dreams you hold dearest be those which come true and the kindness you spread keep returning to you.

If a leprechaun makes more friends than gold, he’s richer than any we’re told.

Saint Patrick’s Day is an enchanted timea day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.

On Saint Patrick’s Day, the green isn’t just in the shamrock, it’s in the envy others feel for the Irish.

Every Saint Patrick’s Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Saint Patrick’s Day is the best excuse to start the spring with a parade, a pint, and good people.

Beannachta na File Pdraig oraibh! That’s a bit of Irish to bestow blessings upon you this Saint Patrick’s Day.

No matter how long the winter, Saint Patrick’s Day brings green, joy, and renewal of spring.

Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me, including on Saint Patrick’s Day.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises, especially on Saint Paddy’s Day.

There are only two kinds of people in the world, the Irish and those who wish they were, especially on March 17th.

The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination, wildly dancing on Saint Patrick’s Day.

Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy, that’s Saint Patrick’s Day every day for them.

If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, then you’re lucky enough!

The Irish know the tune of life, and on Saint Patrick’s Day, they play it louder.

Some cause happiness wherever they go others whenever they go. On Saint Patrick’s Day, may you be the former.

Saint Patrick’s Day is an opportunity to celebrate the unsung greatness that lies in an Irish heart.

Legend says that each leaf of the clover means something hope, faith, love and luck. May all four be with you today.

May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, and may trouble avoid you wherever you go.

On Saint Patrick’s Day, the world is Irish, from the green in our clothes to the joy in our hearts.

What do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover? A rash of good luck on Saint Patrick’s Day.

May your Saint Patrick’s Day be bejeweled with laughter, smiles, and a host of friends.

The shamrock may be a weed to some, but to others, it’s a blossom of infinite possibility.

On Saint Patrick’s Day, look at the lives we touch as the pot of gold at the end of our rainbow.

Never iron a four-leaf clover. You don’t want to press your luck on Saint Patrick’s Day.

Saint Patrick’s Day is a reminder that everyone has a little bit of the blarney in them.

May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint!

On March 17th, don’t search for gold. Instead, look for hearts of gold and hold them near.

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic of the Irish skies this Saint Patrick’s Day.

There is no beer like an Irish beer, there is no day like Saint Patrick’s Day.

Always remember to forget the friends that proved untrue, but never forget to remember those that have stuck by you.

For every shamrock we see on Saint Patrick’s Day, let it represent a wish for better days.

May your Saint Patrick’s Day be filled with cheer and everything else you hold dear.

May you always walk in sunshine, may you never want for more, and may Irish angels rest their wings right on your door.

May Saint Patrick guard you wherever you go and guide you in whatever you doand may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.

Leprechauns, castles, good luck, and laughterlullabies, dreams, and love ever after. A happy Saint Patrick’s Day, that’s what we wish for you.

The Irish know that charm is better than beauty, and it’s the charm we celebrate on Saint Patrick’s Day.

Laughter is brightest in the place where the Irish live, noticeably on Saint Patrick’s Day.

Don’t wait for luck. Work hard and make it happen, but on Saint Patrick’s Day, take a break and enjoy!

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks. That’s optimism we can all use on Saint Patrick’s Day!

For each petal on the shamrock, this brings a wish your way Good health, good luck, and happiness for today and every day.

Saint Patrick’s Day is a day to celebrate our greener pastures, literally and figuratively.

Dance as if no one’s watching, sing as if no one’s listening, and live everyday as if it were your last Saint Patrick’s Day.

The list of Irish saints is past counting but in it all, no other figure is so human, friendly, and lovable as Patrick.

Luck finds those who toast to it.

Green beers St. Paddy’s cheer!

Four leaves, endless luck.

Shamrocks and shenanigans for all!

Irish at heart, lucky by nature.

Raise a pint to Saint Patrick.

Feel the Irish spirit, friend.

Laughter is brightest where food is best.

May your blessings outnumber shamrocks.

Every leprechaun has his gold.

Leprechauns dancing in our souls.

Irish joy in every heart.

Jig to the tune of luck.

A wee bit Irish today.

Chase your rainbows, find your gold.

Toast to health and home.

Faithful and festive this St. Paddy’s.

Green is the prime color of the world.

May the road rise to meet you.

Today we’re all a wee bit Irish.

Find the magic this March.

Kiss me, I’m Irish today!

Luck is believing you’re lucky.

Green attire, hearts on fire.

March to the beat of luck.

Happy go lucky on St. Paddy’s!

May your pockets be heavy with gold.

Lucky moments come and go.

Blarney spoken here with pride.

Luck’s a choice on March 17.

Good cheer is the leprechaun’s way.

A pint shared is a pint enjoyed.

Pot of gold at every party.

Make your own luck this year.

Lucky charms and hearty feast.

Pots of gold and rainbows await.

Luck whispers to the brave.

Let St. Patrick lead to joy.

Today, the Irish luck’s with you.

Bask in the emerald glow.

Let loose the Irish laughter.

Join hands in Celtic pride.

Happiness is a warm clover.

Luck is a pint of green.

Luck, like whiskey, is poured.

Charm more than snakes today.

Wealth is the friends we meet.

Dance a jig for luck’s sake.

St. Paddy’s cheer to you!

Gold at the end of ale!

Embrace the Irish in you.

The lucky do as the lucky wish.

Green hills in our hearts today.

Blessings be more than shamrocks.

Rainbows hide in smiles today.

A touch of green, a heart of gold.

Serenity in a sea of green.

March winds, Irish grins.

Luck’s companion is hard work.

Even snakes fear festive spirits.

Sprinkle luck and love today.

A jig away from fortune.

Irish eyes are smiling wide.

Today’s luck is tomorrow’s legend.

Sprigs of shamrock, luck’s bouquet.

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone.

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

I say luck is when an opportunity comes along and you’re prepared for it.

Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.

You’ve got to think lucky. If you fall into a mudhole, check your back pocket – you might have caught a fish.

Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.

Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.

I love everything that’s old, – old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

I try to be grateful for the abundance of the blessings that I have, for the journey that I’m on and to relish each day as a gift.

There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Luck is believing you’re lucky.

Above all else, deep in my soul, I’m a tough Irishwoman.

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.

Being Irish, I always had this love of words.

If you’re Irish, it doesn’t matter where you go – you’ll find family.

I come from an Irish Catholic family, and hell-raising is part of the DNA.

That’s what the holidays are for – for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn’t that the Irish way?

Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.

I was raised in a very old fashioned Ireland where women were reared to be lovely.

Every St. Patrick’s Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.

Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.