Lasses Quotes & Sayings

At Halloween, when fairy sprites
Perform their mystic gambols,
When ilka witch her neebour greets,
On their nocturnal rambles;
When elves at midnight-hour are seen,
Near hollow caverns sportin,
Then lads an' lasses aft convene,
In hopes to ken their fortune,
By freets that night. — Janet Little

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O. — Robert Burns

It was soon clear to the Raveloe lasses that he would never urge one of them to accept him against her will - quite as if he had heard them declare that they would never marry a dead man come to life again. — George Eliot

If you don't know for sure, then what's the big thing about trying stuff out?" Jamie said, looking not at me but looking out at that statue, just like Hennitz.
I still didn't have any of the right words. "It's more like maybe I do know and I'm still confused too, at the same time. Does that make sense? I mean, it's like how you noticed this thing about me tonight, you saw it, or you already knew it - it's there. But that doesn't mean it's not confusing or whatever. — Emily M. Danforth

What have I done? Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it's one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer."

-Logan — Tessa Dare

You are! There ain't no Thirteenth! Ain't naught but the Twelve, that's truth! Yeah, I been to Verrar a couple times, met up with lads and lasses — Scott Lynch

[I] do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck-and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay-and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road. — Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I am old now, or at least, I am no longer young, and everything I see reminds me of something else I've seen, such that I see nothing for the first time. A bonny girl, her hair fiery red, reminds me only of another hundred such lasses, and their mothers, and what they were as they grew, and what they looked like when they died. It is the curse of age, that all things are reflections of other things. — Neil Gaiman

Wow," was all she could manage. Beside her, she felt Dageus stiffen. For a moment, it seemed the hall grew markedly cooler. "The lasses have oft said I am more handsome," he said icily. "And a better lover." Chloe blinked up at him. "So doona be ogling him. He's married, lass." "I wasn't ogling," she protested, knowing full well she'd been ogling. "And if I was, it's only because you didn't warn me that you were twins." He gave her a dark look. "Besides, he only had a towel on," she justified. "I doona care if he had naught but his skin on. 'Tisn't polite to ogle another woman's husband. — Karen Marie Moning

Where the terror is, is where you must go. — Daphne Zuniga

THE WORLD IS increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn't very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturiser? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business. — Matt Haig

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O! — Robert Burns

Corned beef and cabbage and leprechaun men.
Colorful rainbows hide gold at their end.
Shamrocks and clovers with three leaves plus one.
Dress up in green - add a top hat for fun.
Steal a quick kiss from the lasses in red.
A tin whistle tune off the top of my head.
Friends, raise a goblet and offer this toast
'The luck of the Irish and health to our host!' — Richelle E. Goodrich

Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye - I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow! — Diana Gabaldon

Tha know where thy are we' ferrets. Ya never know
where ya are we' lasses — Gervase Phinn

I wish we did have responsibility for the hair. I have been screwed up by the hair on many occasions. — Julie Harris

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling — Vladimir Nabokov

The Authority considers that conscious beings of every kind have become dangerously independent, so Metatron is going to intervene much more actively in human affairs. — Philip Pullman

She didn't believe he could still be thinking about the kiss --like she was.
After praising him for a job well done, she couldn't think of another thing to say. She should tell him she didn't kiss men like that, ever, but she thought it might be better if they didn't discuss it. He probably kissed all the lasses like that and didn't give it another thought. — Terry Spear

Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it's one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer. — Tessa Dare

On more than one occasion, the camera has cut to me after a break as I'm still trying to swallow the last bite of cookie. Those of you who have thought to yourselves, 'That guy talks like he has marbles in his mouth,' should know that they are not marbles, but oatmeal cookies. — Lester Holt

When a woman's face is wrinkled
And her hairs are sprinkled,
With gray, Lackaday!
Aside she's cast,
No one respect will pay;
Remember, Lasses, remember.
And while the sun shines make hay:
You must not expect in December,
The flowers you gathered in May. — Ann Rinaldi

What are the tales?" Adrienne asked wryly.
"His exploits are legendary!"
"His conquests are legion. 'Tis rumored he's traveled the world accompanied by only the most beautiful lasses."
"'Tis said there isna a comely lass in all of Scotia he hasna tumbled"
"in England, too!"
"and he canna recall any of their names."
"He is said to have godlike beauty, and a practiced hand in the fine art of seduction."
"He is fabulously wealthy and rumors say his castle is luxurious beyond compare."
Adrienne blinked. "Wonderful. A materialistic, unfaithfill, beautiful playboy of a self-indulged, inconsiderate man with a bad memory. And he's all mine. Dear sweet God, what have I done to deserve this?" she wondered aloud. Twice, she brooded privately. — Karen Marie Moning

A large man with wild blond hair gripped hr horse's reins, drawing her steed to a stop.
"Welcome to hell." Though he presented a jovial grin, his words shot straight to her gut.
"Enough, Murdoch," Sylvi said in a warning tone.
The man shrugged his shoulders. "Ach, I'm just toying with the new lasses. "I'll no' be here long to share my winning personality. — Madeline Martin

And now the lads and lasses, following the example of the birds, bill and coo together. — Josh Billings

(...) and a story meant money. (...) If you were young, you just set your teeth, and bit on and held on, till the money began to flow from the invisible; it was a question of power. It was a question of will; a subtle, subtle powerful emanation of will out of yourself brought back to you the mysterious nothingness of money: a word on a piece of paper. — D.H. Lawrence

The great thing about being considered insane is that you've got an excuse to do anything you want — Karen Francisco

Well, and near our cottage were rocks. Eh, lasses! ye don't know what rocks are in Manchester! Gray pieces o' stone as large as a house, all covered over wi' mosses of different colors, some yellow, some brown; and the ground beneath them knee deep in purple heather, smelling sae sweet and fragrant, and the low music of the humming-bee for ever sounding among it. — Elizabeth Gaskell

They then said they would give me pork and lasses; and then inquired what execution some cannon had done, just before fired from the island, if they had not killed and wounded some of our men; and if we did not want help as our surgeons were a pack of ignormauses. I told them in reply, that they had done no other execution with their guns than wunding a dog,(which was the case,) and as they and their surgeons were of the same species of animals, I supposed the poor wunded dog would account it a particular favor to have some of his own kind ot assist him. — Joseph Plumb Martin

I've come for one of your lasses," Sinclair said again. "A maid - she must be a virgin."
Donal folded his arms over his chest. "What for? Pagan sacrifice? — Lecia Cornwall

Emily," whispered Teddy, "you're the sweetest girl in the world."

The words have been said so often by so many millions of lads to so many millions of lasses, that they ought to be worn to tatters. But when you hear them for the first time, in some magic hour of your teens, they are as new and fresh and wondrous as if they had just drifted over the hedges of Eden. Madam, whoever you are, and however old you are, be honest, and admit that the first time you heard those words on the lips of some shy sweetheart, was the great moment of your life. — L.M. Montgomery