94 Quotes About Scottish

We left the nursery in silence, Ma smoking a roll-up, looking like she hadn’t slept in a week or maybe like she had slept for a whole week. When the nursery was just a grubby finger smudge behind us Ma looked down at me and said in her poshed-up telephone voice: “Will you speak to Janie about swearing? Fuckin’ busybody!”I laughed and swung our linked hands.“Aye, fuckin’ busybody.”Pleas of laughter escaped us and spiraled up into the hot, blue Scottish sky. We laughed all the way home

Tony smothered the life that me and Ma had built, a furry mould growing over a sweating slab of cheese.

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The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

I canna let you die like Da,” he said softly. “And yet ye canna let me live,” she replied.

Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.

Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I’ll run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.

Ah fuckin hate the way some American cunts call lassies cunts. Fuckin offensive, that shite.

The website increases my excitement when I read, “Hark, the pies are calling!” My excitement is short-lived, however. I read the page again and realize that it is “pipes” that are calling, not “pies” as I had hoped. I am disappointed. I personally react better to the call of pies.