Quotes About Scotland

Would I love to think that one day I would be First Minister of an independent Scotland? Of course.

Japan, newly emerging on the world scene in the late nineteenth century, sought its science and engineering in Scotland.

By the late eighteenth century, the lowlands of Scotland had developed the most extensive system of education in

One third of all Scots in the mid-nineteenth century moved from one county to another

Child of the Mist KATHLEEN MORGAN These Highland Hills Book 1

In Scotland over many years we have cultivated through our justice system what I hope can be described as a 'culture of compassion.' On the other hand, there still exists in many parts of the U.S., if not nationally, an attitude towards the concept of justice which can only be described as a 'culture of vengeance.'

Freedom and Whisky gang thegither!

then I took out a notepad and wrote my first poem. Across three thousand miles of sea and through strange England's smiling, and into a wee Scots Highland town there is a lad who's crying. Oh fool the world, he could, he could, a man at twenty years . . . but all alone in that Highland town there is a boy in tears.

Across three thousand miles of sea and through strange England's smiling, and into a wee Scots Highland town there is a lad who's crying. Oh fool the world, he could, he could, a man at twenty years . . . but all alone in that Highland town there is a boy in tears.

It was Begbie who ensured he could never return. He had done what he wanted to do. He could now never go back to Leith, to Edinburgh, even to Scotland, ever again. There, he could not be anything other than he was. Now, free from them all, for good, he could be what he wanted to be. He'd stand or fall alone. This thought both terrified and excited him as he contemplated life in Amsterdam.

It was, as the song said, 'call to arms music,' and seemed to have little to do with Scotland and New Year. It was fighting music. Stevie didn't want to fight anyone. But it was also beautiful music.

In Scotland we've been exporting every straight cunt tae Canada fir generations. Result? They're boring fuckers, and we're a drug-addled underclass.

Ah sortay jist laugh whin some cats say that racism's an English thing and we're aw Jock Tamson's bairn up here . . . it's likesay pure shite man, gadges talkin through their erses.

I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978 -Mark Renton

'Slow West' is a film that I did with Michael Fassbender in New Zealand and Scotland. The director was John McLean. It's a film set in the 1800s. I play a young Scottish boy brought up in the royal family. I fall in love with someone who works on our land.

I loved the pace of life and the majesty of New Zealand. It's similar to Scotland - but feels newer.

I come more to Scotland than I ever used to, so I feel more connected to it, more part of the zeitgeist. You know when you realize you have a choice and I'm choosing my homeland. It's funny: when you get older these things creep up to you.

In Scotland you can enter a comfort zone. I felt I had already developed a reputation there and felt it was important to prove I can play elsewhere.

TheSc ots are the backbone of Canada. They are all right in their three vital parts - head, heart and haggis.

I'll say to you truthfully - I don't want be away from my three kids, but I'm here because I love playing for Scotland.

I attempted to fish in Scotland and I managed to hook a dog. It was a horrible moment but the dog turned out to be fine.

I feel at home in Scotland and go back whenever I can. I've played the Edinburgh Festival twice, and I get the train across the Forth Bridge to Lochgelly, just to see it.

Needless to say, they refused to submit to the Empire, conducting such a persistent guerrilla war that the Romans gave up hope of conquering Scotland, and the Wee Free Men remained both wee and free.

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 black bog. Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant. "This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?" he said. "My kingdoms?" exclaimed the gentleman in surprize. "Oh, no! This is Scotland!