Quotes About Scottish

It's a bit undignified to get into, but it's verra easy to take off How do you get into it? I asked curiously. Well, ye lay it out on the ground, like this -he knelt, spreading the cloth so that it lined the leaf-strewn hollow- and then ye pleat it every few inches, lie down on it, and row. I burst out laughing, and sank to my knees, helping to smooth the thick tartan wool.

A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight—any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.

There's no place on earth with more of the old superstitions and magic mixed into its daily life than the Scottish Highlands.

Aye, beg me for mercy, Sassenach. Ye shallna have it, though; not yet.

Mmphm," I said, sounding self-consciously Scottish.

Fois shìorruidh thoir dha," he echoed. God rest his soul.

Jamie replied with what I had come to think of as a "Scottish noise," that indeterminate sound made low in the throat that can be interpreted to mean almost anything. This particular noise seemed to indicate some doubt as to the likelihood of such a desirable outcome.

Oh, they call me Rab the Ranter, and the lassies all go daft, When I blow up my chanter.

his mouth was soft and warm and I moved instinctively toward him. I was vaguely conscious of noises, Scottish whoops of enthusiasm and encouragement from the spectators, but really noticed nothing beyond the enfolding warm solidness. Sanctuary.

shall be verra pleased when he's taken his damned cheroots

Talkin' like dogs fightin'," he explained. "Grrrr! Wuff!" He growled, shaking his head in illustration like a dog worrying a rat, and I saw Fergus's shoulders shake in suppressed hilarity. "Scots for sure," I said, trying not to laugh.

The Scottish Labour Party, while I have breath in my body, will listen to the views of trade unionists.

Montreal, boasted its share of piles, built by the Scottish robber barons, of railway, booze and banking money. They were held together with hubris, a short-term binder at best since many of them had long ago been torn down or donated to McGill University, which needed another Victorian monstrosity like it needed the Ebola virus.

I think that Scottish people, like Canadians, are often misunderstood and what I like about my Scottish friends and relatives is how quickly it can go from love to anger. It's a great dynamic.

Did you hear about the Scottish drag queen? He wore pants.

Patrick was a Scottish patriot: pro-French and anti-English, but also an opportunist who flirted with England

one of the two most dramatic assassinations in Scottish and British history.

Robert Burns was never called Rabbie or Robbie—though he did occasionally call himself Spunkie.

If you thought "Rabbie Burns" wrote "Auld Lang Syne," you'd be doubly wrong. Burns never signed his name "Rabbie" or "Robbie" (or, indeed, "Bobbie" Burns, as some North Americans insist on calling him). His signatures included "Robert," "Robin," "Rab"—and, on at least one occasion, "Spunkie.

When I was at Porto my team also played in the UEFA Cup final against a Scottish side - but it was Celtic. I've never seen such emotional people. It was unbelievable!

I have lots of Scottish blood and know that my family name is Scottish. At my home in the States I have a tartan crest but, unfortunately, I do a terrible Scottish accent.

Both my parents are Scottish, and although I grew up in Canada after moving over, all of my family are proud to be Scots.

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.

In a word, the basic principle of the Scottish philosophy — that people could reason naturally from the evidence of their own consciousness to the existence of God and the validity of traditional morality — had become very widespread by the early nineteenth century.