#scottish

Aye, we are. Ye told me that ye loved me, and that this is where ye wished to be. I told ye that I wished for ye to remain here with me. I offered a betrothal, if ye’ll recall, when ye were ready. But I neglected to tell ye the most important thing before our passions overtook us yesterday. I love ye, too, Aileana. I never want to lose ye again. I want ye beside me, always. ↗

— Willa Blair

#highland-romance #historical-romance #romance #scottish-romance #love

I've started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#assures #bit #father #funny #i

The North American intellectual tradition began, I maintain, in the encounter of British Romanticism with assertive, pragmatic North American English - the Protestant plain style in both the U.S. and Canada, with its no-nonsense Scottish immigrants. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#assertive #began #both #british #canada

My background is Scottish. ↗

— Melissa George

#scottish

So that was Chris and her reading and schooling, two Chrisses there were that fought for her heart and tormented her. You hated the land and the coarse speak of the folk and learning was brave and fine one day; and the next you'd waken with the peewits crying across the hills, deep and deep, crying in the heart of you and the smell of the earth in your face, almost you'd cry for that, the beauty of it and the sweetness of the Scottish land and skies. ↗

— Lewis Grassic Gibbon

#beauty

Many mickles make a muckle. ↗

— Ron Chernow

#scottish-adage #life

I wrote my first novel, McFarlane Boils The Sea, under the influence of Kelman and Proust, which is like drinking a cocktail of Bowmore and Châteauneuf du Pape. (James Meek in interview with TMO) ↗

— James Meek

#marcel-proust #peoples-act-of-love #scottish-writers #love

Landscape is my religion. ...God in a green legend, I lean over the pool In a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branches And floored with a skin of water. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#scottish-poetry #religion