Highlands Romance Quotes & Sayings

[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]
My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany! — Pamela Clare

You need to wear less clothing, lass. — Terry Spear

Ye're my wife, Katherine. Ye promised before God to obey me. If I want to sleep with ye, I damned well will. — Mia Marlowe

Amelia envisaged that between York and the royal-infested Scottish Highlands there was a grimy wasteland of derelict cranes and abandoned mills and betrayed, yet still staunch, people. Oh and moorland, of course, vast tracts of brooding landscape under lowering skies, and across this heath strode brooding, lowering men intent on reaching their ancestral houses, where they were going to fling open doors and castigate orphaned yet resolute governesses. Or - preferably - the brooding, lowering men were on horseback, black horses with huge muscled haunches, glistening with sweat - — Kate Atkinson

I've learned that the heart does not lie. The thought of never being with him or having him in my life again shattered me. Not a day went by that I didn't think of his smile or remember his laugh, his touch, and how that alluring Scottish accent always made my knees tremble. — Victoria Roberts

A bear! I've landed on a wild and wicked bear! — Vonnie Davis

I'll be glad for your company," Will said as he draped her cloak over her shoulders and handed her the new muff. "But bundle up. Sounds colder than a banshee's tits out."
"And since when do ye know about any other tits but mine?" she asked tartly. — Mia Marlowe

Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart... — Terry Spear

She placed her fingertips on her forehead as if trying to gather her thoughts on how to handle this unexpected scenario. "Do not run from a bear. Make yourself a large target and yell to scare the bear away. Bears are easily frightened unless it's mating season."
"Oh, wouldn't it be just my horrible luck to fall on a horny bear? — Vonnie Davis

Don't worry. Blood will not be shed. Although if there was, I'm sure your husband would have another fine tapestry made. — Victoria Roberts

It feels like Scotland." "Have you ever been?" "Mmmm. Twice. Have you?" "No." "You should. It's your roots. You'll be surprised how much they tug at you when you breathe the air in the Highlands or look out at a lowland loch. — Nora Roberts

You know how much I love you and the girls with all my heart, but being with Ruairi... I never realized there was something missing until I found it. — Victoria Roberts

Is that so?" Ranulf MacNaught found his voice and a bit of his courage, but Kat noticed he hadn't drawn any closer to William. "The scepter seems small for something ye'd have us believe is so great."
"Just because something is small doesna mean it willna do the job," Will said. "Is that no what ye're counting on your women to believe, MacNaught? — Mia Marlowe

I'm loving doing Outlander. We've got a great cast and we're up in the Scottish Highlands. [ ... ] It's big budget, they're spending a lot of money on it. They're going for a very gritty and realistic portrayal of the Highlands and I play Dougal MacKenzie, the War Chieftain of Clan MacKenzie. As that implies, he's quite the serious character. There's lots of political intrigue, there's romance, there's adventure and action and there's time-travel. — Graham McTavish

Glen Shiel, Socttish Highlands, 1296
Strife abounds. King Edward of England has invaded the southern strongholds of Scotland and is pressuring King John of Scotland to abdicate. Several Scottish nobles, called Claimants, vie for his throne. The Cause divides the country, as each clan must choose and support a Claimant. Many contenders seek fortune and power, but a few seek Scotland's independence. Only by a great force can this be achieved. However, the road to independence is fraught with those that wish to see the Cause crushed, at any cost. — Jean M. Grant

Understand this... Elizabeth is a Walsingham, and we Walsinghams chase no man."
"Aye, well, I'll be sure to tell that to Torquil the next time I see him. — Victoria Roberts

I know you don't like me very much."
He pulled back, and his smile turned into another chuckle. "Now I wouldnae say that. Donna get me wrong. Ye have a way about ye that drives me completely mad, and your sharp tongue grates on my nerves, but... 'tis apparent that I hold something for ye because I havenae yet run my sword through ye. — Victoria Roberts

Truth be told, I've seen ye watching me, staring. Your eyes tell me what ye are thinking." When she stiffened, he leaned in closer. "I think ye wonder what lies beneath my kilt. If ye ask me nicely, mayhap I'll show ye. But ye'll have to say please. — Victoria Roberts

She drove into the inner bailey and saw the sight she had tried to envision on the way here. But nothing had prepared her for this. Hot, hot, hot men in kilts with oiled abs, pecs, and bare legs, and wearing leather boots -- some ancient, others more modern. The men were absolutely drool worthy! The only thing she regretted was that she hadn't been given the opportunity to oil them down. — Terry Spear

As Laird of Badenoch, Will is a man of property and power. He needs an heir." She shook her head sadly. "I canna give him one."
"Ye've only been wed a few years. Give it time." A wistful smile lifted Margaret's lips, "Enjoy the making of a child. When all ye can hear in the night is one or another of your bairns crying, ye'll be wishing for the days when the only reason ye lost sleep was trying to give your man his heir. — Mia Marlowe

You can't fault me for ensuring it's in working order... what if I hadn't used it and from this use it had fallen off? — Terry Spear

Another sharp pang stabbed him in the ribs and made him jolt with a grunt.

"Are you in pain?"

Alex smirked. 'I've been bludgeoned within an inch of me life, ye expecting me to jump up and dance a jig? — Amy Jarecki

He wanted her to want him. To need him as he needed her. And if God never saw fit to grant them a child, for him to be enough for her without one. — Mia Marlowe

Ian cleared his throat. "Lady Elizabeth." He reached behind him and handed her a single red rose. "A rose... for the bonniest lass who ever graced the Highlands. — Victoria Roberts

What if the rat returns? I donna think ye'd want to be lying flat on the pallet if he does."
She swatted at him. "That's why I have you and my dagger to protect me."
"Me, aye. Your dagger, nae so much. — Victoria Roberts

I want to share something you that Uncle Walter once told me: You don't choose who to love. Love finds you. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that you cannot, and most certainly should not, force your feelings... — Victoria Roberts

Every bit of you, Lass, that's what I want... — Terry Spear

He moved to stand behind her, put his arms around her, and pulled her close to his chest. "I just want to be alone with the girl I love."
"Oh, Will." She ought to pull away from him. If she didn't it would only make things harder on both of them, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She sank back into his embrace, soaking up his warmth and the strength of his bond.
"That's more like it." He kissed her neck just the way she liked for him to. A little pleasure-sprite danced over her skin. — Mia Marlowe

I'll show ye to your chamber."
"So long as it's also your chamber," William said, shifting his oilskin pack on his shoulder. "Or has it slipped your mind that ye're my wife? — Mia Marlowe

Do ye suppose that's why God gave Eve to Adam ---to let him know what he needed before he even knew he needed it? — Mia Marlowe

Their cook at Badenoch was a crotchety old lady who hadn't tried a new recipe in decades. "Dinna tell Mrs. MacGuff that or she'll put a spider in your tea."
"Try it and tell me 'tis not worth the risk." He tore off a corner of the bridie and lifted the bite to Katherine's lips.
It fairly melted on her tongue. In addition to the crusty pasty, a unique mix of spices seasoned the savory meat inside, a burst of sensations for her mouth. "Och, you're right. This is worth braving a spider. I'll get Cook to show me how she makes these, and then Mrs. MacGuff will either learn from me or she'll have to suffer my presence in her kitchen from time to time. And we know how she loves that!"
"So," he said smugly, his dark eyes alight with triumph, "ye do intend to come home with me after Christmas, then. — Mia Marlowe

She loved the way the wind whipped their kilts about. She caught a gorgeous shot of Grant's very toned, hot ass. That would teach him to go without any briefs on a windy day! Maybe he thought she would be so shocked to see him naked beneath the kilt that she'd run off.
Not her. — Terry Spear

What am I going to do with ye, Grace? First, ye blacken my eye, and then ye slice me in the thigh." He chuckled. "I bet ye ne'er knew I was a poet, did ye?"
When he felt her hand pat him, he chuckled. "Ye cannae get enough of me, can ye?"
"Pardon?"
"Och, lass. That isnae my thigh. — Victoria Roberts

It is real, Lass.... You are mine as I am yours. — Terry Spear

Och, aye. So the lass saved your life by stabbing ye. — Victoria Roberts

I could kiss ye, lass," Will said with a wink.
"Promises, promises. — Mia Marlowe

Come with me, sweet lass, and I'll make good on me promise to chase ye through the woods like a highlander." Broen spoke in a rich timbre laced with good humor. " Ye there ... Lads, be sporting now and let me ravish this charming creature the way only a Scotsman can! — Mary Wine