Scottish Colloquial Quotes & Sayings

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant. — Jonathan Tropper

The problem with this world is, everyone in it is 3 drinks behind. — Humphrey Bogart

Fashion understands itself; good-breeding and personal superiority of whatever country readily fraternize with those of every other. The chiefs of savage tribes have distinguished themselves in London and Paris, by the purity of their tournure. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

If it wasn't for golf, I don't know what I'd be doing. If my IQ had been two points lower, I'd have been a plant somewhere. — Lee Trevino

The pastor should always be pure in thought ... no impurity ought to pollute him who has undertaken the office of wiping away the stains in the hearts of others ... for the hand that would cleanse from dirt must be clean, lest, being itself sordid with clinging mire, it soil whatever it touches all the more. — Pope Gregory I

The one-drop rule had never made any sense to him. If one drop of black blood made you black, why didn't one drop of white blood make you white? And hadn't anyone noticed yet that everybody's blood was red? — Tiffany Reisz

I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can't hide from me. I've seen it before-the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on, and the inability to find it. — Mary Beth Miller

Today one might be tempted to say that patriotism is the last refuge of the tribal religion dedicated to the worship of German, French, English and Russian Gods of Battles. Surely such a religion has nothing in common with the religion which counsels for the disciple non-resistance, unstinted forgiveness, and the elimination of all rancor? — Joseph Alexander Leighton

And I felt next to nothing as I walked to the village; I paid my respects to the countryside yet was unable to detect solemn sympathy in its quiet or reproach in its stillness. Usually that road brought me miles of footage from the past: the bright-faced ten-year-old running for the Oxford bus; the lardy pubescent, out on soul-rambles (i.e. sulks), or off for a wank in the woods; the youth, handsomely reading Tennyson on summer evenings, or trying to kill birds with feeble, rusted slug-guns, or behind the hedge smoking fags with Geoffrey, then hawking in the ditch. But now I strode it vacantly, my childhood nowhere to be found. — Martin Amis

Coffee,' Walker said over me. 'Now. — Kristen Ashley

Let yourselves be led by the Holy Spirit, with freedom and, please, do not cage the Holy Spirit — Pope Francis

I didn't pay my taxes for years. — Noam Chomsky

The inward battle
against our mind, our wounds, and the residues of the past
is more terrible than outward battle. — Sivananda