Scottish Quotes

Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat."....He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat."....He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.At least give it a manly name I can brag about.

He didn’t save women. He damned them.

I canna let you die like Da, ” he said softly. “And yet ye canna let me live, ” she replied.

One of Scotland's most important cultural exports - stories.

Many existing top 20 Scottish writers have flourished in part because of good turns done by institutions, arts community, libraries and bookshops.

I'm proud of the culture I come from - we're a small country and a close-knit community.

She remembered Fiona saying something once, there was nothing more attractive than a competent man. At the time she'd been a young girl, without true understanding, but now she agreed.

I’ve seen some of the most violent hard cases in the city twinkling through a quickstep and dipping into a tango with an aplomb and skill that would have earned them a guest spot on Come Dancing.

Once again, off this skinny prick of a copper went. BANG! SLAP! PUNCH! It was more like a Batman movie! He could hit me all night, but it wouldn’t make any difference.

I felt like Dirty Harry, only, my weapon wasn’t as big as his! I don’t know what it is with guns, but once you’ve got your hand on one, you think you’re one of the untouchables.

I can’t remember exactly when I started to steal, but I do remember being aware of the fact that if I wanted to enjoy myself and be popular, money was the way to do it.

If ye wear underwear, it's a skirt. If ye dinna, it's a kilt.

The old agility was still present and the passion was undeniable, but it was the wobbling of the gut, the puffing of the cheeks and the profuse sweating that lent the performance its true magic.

The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

Regretfully, he remained an alluring mystery, with fascinating lines and details she could not help but seek to examine further and memorize.

Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.

It occurred to Gavin that the first thought a groom had upon spying his bride shouldn’t be to wonder whether or not she wore knickers.

So does it still count if he doesna kiss the bride?

If you love no one, no one can hurt you, ” she whispered.

No man returns from Satan’s fire read to dance a reel.

The ruddy chieftain snorted. “You’ve not noticed? I reckon he’s as smitten as a bull in a paddock of heifers in spring.

She moved her hips, his manhood sliding between her wet thighs, rekindling the hot craving at her very core. “How can I bring you pleasure?

I will always find you. You are in my soul.

Geordie stepped forward and took her hand. “I hope you’re not tired, because I intend to keep you on my arm until the music stops.

Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.

A cloud of white death veiled in black…

Rory did not want her. After devoting so much effort to avoid being wed to a man she did not want, she found herself bound to a man who did not want her.

Strange how a tiny hand could make the weight of his new responsibilities feel like a boulder on his chest.

Burning her husband's bed was a mistake. Alison could see that now.

Loyalty is everything to him, ” Robbie said. “He expected ye to trust him, to believe in him, without requiring an explanation.” She had failed David, and he could not forgive her.

I should never have expected loyalty from a Douglas, ” he spat out. He turned his back on her and went to the window.

You tempt me beyond reason." Her heart sped up. Indeed he tempted her beyond reason too.

I should never have allowed you to kiss me." "Saints, Shona." Could she not see that he cared for her? 'Twas not as if he merely wanted beneath her skirts. She had stolen his heart.

How could he live never knowing what it would be like to hold her close and sleep with her the whole night through?

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

Buchan had discovered a wealth of small tidbits. He now knew her first name - Tatiana. Like Shakespeare's fairy queen. "Be she but little, she is fierce.

He opened his eyes to half-cast. With a low rumble he lifted her onto his hips. "Take me to heaven, lassie. For no one but ye can cool the fire thrumming in my blood.

Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.

No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain. He was not alone.

Why does sin feel so good if it is a terrible thing?

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will."His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.

Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I’ll run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.

I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No’ ’til death will ye part. And now, Toran, ” he added with a wink, “ye may kiss the bride.

[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]"My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!

Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands.