Top Scotland Quotes

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have f...

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And Sassenach, he whispered, Your face is my heart.

When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of...

Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends. Had she not been about to rob the train.

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

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.

The infinitesimal seedlings became a forest of trees that grew courteously, correcting the distances between themselves as they shaped themselves to the promptings of available light and moisture, tem...

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obli...

Tis best to weight the enemy more mighty than he seems. Or she, as was this particular case.

Darnley, who, like Banquo's ghost, seemed to play a much more effective part in Scottish politics once he was dead than when he was alive.

Dear friends, he began, there is no timetable for happiness; it moves, I think, according to rules of its own. When I was a boy I thought I'd be happy tomorrow, as a young man I thought it would be ne...

Scotland consistently produces world-class writers.

But I do like Scotland. I like the miserable weather. I like the miserable people, the fatalism, the negativity, the violence that's always just below the surface. And I like the way you deal with rel...

However she redefined herself, that part of one that made for the core of the self, that part that we think of as the ultimate, inner being—that was ineradicable Scottish. That part spoke with a Scott...

Love doesna always mean burning flashes o' passion. Sometimes, it's jus' the warmth o' yer hearts as they beat yer day together. ~Old Woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's nigh...

He has cat blood, I reflected sourly, no doubt that was how he managed to sneak up on me in the darkness.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

News of the death of James V on 14 December gave even further cause for rejoicing, because his heir was a week-old girl, the infant Mary, Queen of Scots. Scotland would be subject to yet another weake...