69 Quotes About Scottish

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Robert Burns

If the surprise outcome of the recent UK referendum - on whether to leave or remain in the European Union - teaches us anything, it is that supposedly worthy displays of democracy in action can actually do more harm than good. Witness a nation now more divided; an intergenerational schism in the making; both a governing and opposition party torn to shreds from the inside; infinitely more complex issues raised than satisfactory solutions provided. It begs the question 'Was it really all worth it' ? . Alex Morritt

I returned to the fields of glory, where the green grass an' flowers grow, An' the wind softly sings the story of the braves lad of long ago. In the great glen, they lie a-sleeping, where the cool waters gently flow, An' the grey mist is sadly weeping for the brave lads of long ago. See the tall grass is there a-waving as their flags were so long ago; With their heads high, were forward braving, marching onwards to meet the foe. March no more, my soldier laddie, there is peace where there once was war. Sleep in peace, my soldier laddie. Sleep in peace now, the battle's o'er. Unknown

If Canada had a soul (a doubtful proposition, Moses thought) then it wasn't to be found in Batoche or the Plains of Abraham or Fort Walsh or Charlottetown or Parliament Hill, but in The Caboose and thousands of bars like it that knit the country together from Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia, to the far side of Vancouver Island. Mordecai Richler

Annie's message is timeless, her shining spirit and healing gift from the Spiritual Universe will capture your heart. She was born with birth defects in a time when special children and their mothers were put to death or banished. But have things changed really that much? Have they changed enough? "No! " Bullying, abuse, ridicule, and inequality thrives in the lives of women and children in our global modern society, just as surely as it did in the mid-1600s Colonial America. Based on factual research. . Deborah A.Bowman

An old liar told me here To think ahead and save my money. I should have spent it on ribbons. I should have learned the tune my dead grandfather played When the daft wife heard him resounding In the deep pine woods in early November. Menzies McKillop

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake. Michelle M. Pillow

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment. Michelle M. Pillow

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene. Although, getting run out of town after one day would be a new MacGregor record. Michelle M. Pillow

There ya are.” Erik grinned at her as he came bounding down the steps two at a time. He stepped around his statue of a sister as if such a thing were normal. Perhaps here it was. He paused, nodding at Malina. “Morning, banshee.” He gave a small brotherly laugh and poked his thumb toward her face. “She does kind of look like a banshee with her hair flying around like that and her mouth all open. Yeah, ma froze her good. See how her eyes don’t move?” Erik leaned closer to her and grinned as he looked into her mouth. “Ha, Euann put a mint in there. Michelle M. Pillow

Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing ’cause I loooove your a–”“ For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside, ” Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor. Michelle M. Pillow

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it. Michelle M. Pillow

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love. Michelle M. Pillow

He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began.“ I know. He doesn’t, ” Lydia answered. Michelle M. Pillow

I had zero idea of what I was doing. I honestly had no idea where to start. All I knew was I had something I craved to say. I wanted to create art that lived on longer than I do. Perseverance and teaching yourself, every day through stress and hard work proves shit really does progress without you realizing. One minute you're an amateur, knowing nothing, not even the basics. The next you can put pen to paper, write a song, and create art in such little time! It's crazy beautiful. . Scott Mcgoldrick

..but the air's flat and stale and the people half-hearted. There's nothing to do there. You can make love without trouble or meaning, or get mildly drunk, or extract second-hand emotions from the cinema, or put your mind to sleep on a dance-floor, or play bridge, or throw yourself in front of a train on the Underground. There are forty ways of escaping from consciousness. But I want something more exciting than that. Eric Linklater

To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss. Iain Banks

If you can't tell from my rap lyrics already, yes I am a feminist. And when I'm saying "hoe" or "bitch" I am actually referring to men..That sounded bad, in someway. But at the end of the day, I'm sick of rappers using "bitches" and "hoes" as terms towards women. Feminists are NOT a hate group. Feminists are not all female. Nor has it got an anti-male agenda. It's about equality! I've had a weird, special bond with women since I was a kid. And it's just a shame really that I'm gay. Scott Mcgoldrick

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you? Michelle M. Pillow

Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye. Jean M. Grant

There's nothing sweet about me, love, " he said. Michelle M. Pillow

Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked, " Charlotte whispered. "How could you only say he was 'all right'? Michelle M. Pillow

Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it." Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep. Michelle M. Pillow

If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits? Michelle M. Pillow

She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off. Michelle M. Pillow

My energies have been drained. Masturbating too much will do that. Michelle M. Pillow

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

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'. Michelle M. Pillow

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. Michelle M. Pillow

To us children he (Mr Ewing) was our very own ‘Mr Chips’ and invariably we would each receive half a crown whenever we encountered him on his afternoon walk. If we were particularly lucky, he would send us to the ‘Big House’ for ice-cream — a rare treat in the early 1950s Unknown

The sparkle and morning-freshness of the shop, and the butter-conjuring girl, formed a mind-picture which accompanied the whole of my youth.(about the Buttercup Dairy) Muriel Spark

The website increases my excitement when I read, “Hark, the pies are calling! ” My excitement is short-lived, however. I read the page again and realize that it is “pipes” that are calling, not “pies” as I had hoped. I am disappointed. I personally react better to the call of pies. Aefa Mulholland

For me, writing stories set, well, wherever they're best set, is a form of cultural curiosity that is uniquely Scottish - we're famous for travelling in search of adventure. Sara Sheridan

He poured a splash of liquid into a second cup. “Come in and warm yerself by the fire.” Ariana walked deeper into the room, toward the glow of the hearth. It’s heat enveloped her skin and eased away the chill with such expediency, she almost sighed. Connor appeared beside her with a metal cup extended. “I canna sleep often myself.” She closed her fingers around the cool surface and glanced at the dark liquid within. A sharp scent hit her nostrils. “ Whisky, ” Connor said. He was perfection in the firelight. Shadows etched his jaw while the light softened his face, his lips. The powerful lines of his chest were visible at the neck of his leine, as well as a dark peppering of small curling black hairs. “ Whisky, ” Ariana said with a forced stare at the cup instead of him. “Of course. I drink this all the time.” “ Aye, I knew that about ye. When I first saw ye, I thought, ‘Now there’s a lass who can handle her whisky.’” Connor winked at her with disarming playfulness. “It’ll do ye some good. Take off the chill and settle yer thoughts.” “ Why do you assume my thoughts are unsettled?” she asked. He took a swallow from his cup. “Because sleep comes easily to those without weight on their minds.” Ariana took a careful sip from her own cup, the way she’d seen men at the card tables drink. The liquid burned like sin down her throat and caught in her chest. She gritted her teeth and swallowed hard several times to keep from sputtering. Though she’d hoped to keep her reaction discreet, the grin on Connor’s face told her he saw through her guise. “ It’s good.” Her voice came out in a croak and Connor laughed. It was a warm, rich sound and she found it terribly pleasing. His eyes crinkled. “Now that we’ve discovered yer love of whisky, why dinna ye tell me what’s got yer thoughts heavy?. Madeline Martin

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

You can only chase a butterfly for so long. Jane Yolen

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

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

Scotland consistently produces world-class writers. Sara Sheridan

Touch the stone, ' said Beliah, 'and you will touch "reality", or what the ignorant of all ages think "reality" is. That kind of truth will kill you, man. You won't see morning! I have kept you all your life from such things as remorse, terror, pity. Touch the stone, and those same angels will change you into an old poor pathetic deluded dying creature. Hubert, a nurse has to shave you, your hand shakes so much. You know that don't you? You dribble at every orifice, Hubert. You've begun to smell this past year or two..' He suddenly howled as if I had actually touched the stone, ' Y O U WILL BE RAVAGED IN FIRES OF GRACE! 'I heard Nurse McGregor in the next ward. 'Good evening, ' came her cheerful voice to the looney who had strangled his sweetheart and then buried her in his garden. 'Is it cocoa tonight, or tea, or milk?" Beliah was weeping. Outside the eaves dripped. The whole earth was drenched with the grief of Beliah. He wept inside me. I felt his marvellous tears on my face. . George Mackay Brown

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

As every languageless, stateless, selfless nation has one last, twisted image of its worst and best, we have the ceilidh. Here we pretend we are Highland, pretend we have mysteries in our work, pretend we have work. We forget our record of atrocities wherever we have been made masters and become comfortable servants again. Our present and our past creep in to change each other and we feel angry and sad and Scottish. Perhaps we feel free. A.L. Kennedy

Lachlan frowned as he misjudged the distance and his forehead hit Cormag's head with a bump. He wrapped his arms around his neck to steady himself, two big hands reaching up to hold onto his arms as if to offer extra support. “You, ” he began, talking quietly into his ear, “are so beautiful, ” he confessed, resting his heavy skull against Cormag's for a moment. He meant it as well. Cormag was stunning. He was taller and broader than he was, very much the fine figure of hotness. His dark hair was well kept, but a little messy, he had amazing bone structure; the type that made him look more like a model than a museum manager. A chiselled jaw, nicely defined cheekbones and a rugged quality thatmade him so appealing. He had never noticed how handsome a male face could be until those eyes drew him in.“ And so are you, ” his companion chuckled, “but we discussed this… I've ruined every relationship I've ever had. I get needy, possessive and my baggage gets in the way. Besides, ” he lowered his voice to a whisper and brushed his hand over his upper arm, “You're not gay, ” he protested, reminding him yet again that they were different.“ Nope. Not gay, ” he agreed with that, nodding his head as he pulled back a little to see him better. “But that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Why is it wrong that I can see how special you are?” he asked, having difficulty understanding why part of his brainwas telling him he was being a drunken idiot and that the man before him wasn'tattractive. But the rest of his brain — about ninety-eight percent of it — was telling him that he was the most attractive person he'd ever seen.“ It's not, Lachlan. It really isn't.”“ But it's somehow wrong for me to tell you?” Lachlan wondered, glancing across the bar to see Matteo smiling at him. He didn't know what it meant. Cormag cupped his face, capturing his undivided attention again. “No. Not thateither. But it makes it hard for me to keep my distance. You're stunning. Inside and out, ” he claimed, with chocolatey eyes that said he meant every word. Elaine White

Cormag caught his hand and pulled him back until they were facing each other. “I think you're amazing, ” he said, blurting the words out. Lachlan smiled, completely shocked and thrilled by how captivating he found him. He had never thought this could happen to him, that he would be attracted to another boy. He thought he knew himself so well.“ I think you're smart, sexy, funny as hell. You have hidden depths, Lachlan. You only need the right person to coax you out of your protective shell, ” he claimed.“ Are you the right person?” Lachlan wondered, as he took a half step forward. Cormag took a deep breath and brushed at a strand of hair that was sticking out at a funny angle from behind the top of his ear. He tugged at his short hair every time he talked about his recent break up. He was such a dork. . Elaine White

He shook his head and thought about it for a second. “Maybe I'm not straight? Can I still be straight when I'm sitting here looking into your eyes?” he asked. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.“ Yes. Absolutely.” Cormag nodded and watched him closely.“ Even when I think they're so pretty? They are, you know. So many different shades of brown…and a little green. Just a touch; not a lot. So pretty.” He sighed happily, watching those dark eyes staring back at him in surprise. He lay his head on his arms, smiling at the way Cormag flushed in embarrassment and turned his full attention onto his bottle of beer.“ Wow, you are super drunk. Elaine White

We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclozine, codeine, temazepam, nitrezepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide chlormethiazole. The streets are awash with drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. Fuck it, we would have injected Vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal. Irwin Welsh

She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war. Madeline Martin

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. Jamie Holoran

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

She needed this. For the comfort, for the love, for all the glorious things she did not deserve and yet could not stop herself from wanting. Madeline Martin

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

I had turned to leave and he had called after me. “Miss Maria, I kin no other woman who could be wearing men’s trousers and be dripping such as ye are and look quite so lovely. It’s a right shame your mother is marrying you off to that great sot! ” I had turned to call back to him, “I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today! Gwenn Wright

An exaltation of spirit lifted me, as it were, far above the earth and the sinful creatures crawling on its surface; and I deemed myself as an eagle among the children of men, soaring on high, and looking down with pity and contempt on the grovelling creatures below. James Hogg

Tony smothered the life that me and Ma had built, a furry mould growing over a sweating slab of cheese. Kerry Hudson

We left the nursery in silence, Ma smoking a roll-up, looking like she hadn’t slept in a week or maybe like she had slept for a whole week. When the nursery was just a grubby finger smudge behind us Ma looked down at me and said in her poshed-up telephone voice: “Will you speak to Janie about swearing? Fuckin’ busybody! ” I laughed and swung our linked hands.“ Aye, fuckin’ busybody.” Pleas of laughter escaped us and spiraled up into the hot, blue Scottish sky. We laughed all the way home . Kerry Hudson

The writing talent of Edinburgh is textured - we have poets, novelists, non-fiction writers, dramatists and more. Sara Sheridan

Though the continued march of intellect and education have nearly obliterated from the mind of the Scots a belief in the marvelous, still a love of the supernatural lingers among the more mountainous districts of the northern kingdom; for 'the Schoolmaster' finds it no easy task, even when aided by all the light of science, to uproot the prejudices of more than two thousand years. ("The Phantom Regiment") . James Grant

Someday, I’ll gain telepathic powers like every other regular movie ghost and I will go all Freddie Krueger on his bony, little, rat arse! ” I rolled my eyes, but kept marching down the street.“ Then I’d have to go all Ghostbusters on yours.”, I tried to keep my voice low to keep from drawing attention to myself.“ No, you wouldn’t. You love my arse, darling! ”, he walked backwards few feet in front of me. His big smile was enough to make me grin and roll my eyes again at him. Tia Artemis

You're crazy, ' I say.' Aye, ' Logan says. 'Crazy about you. Cindy Miles

Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun, ' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly. Cindy Miles

Scotland forms a crucial part of our Armed Forces which should not be jeopardised by rushed cuts or a rush to the exit from the U.K. Defence jobs are vital to the Scottish economy and yet independence puts thousands of jobs at risk. Philip Hammond

My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare. Mike Myers

The importance of education is ingrained in Scottish history. Nicola Sturgeon