Violet Jacob > Quotes

“An the sun i' the lift;
An the flower o' the gean-trees fa'in'
Was like pairls frae the branches snawin'
In a lang white drift.”
― Violet Jacob, Songs of Angus and More Songs of Angus

“Before going to sleep I lay looking at the stars and seemed entangled in the boughs above my head and thinking of the good fortune of my life that had brought me into places the like of which many people have never even dreamed of, places that would convey nothing to many I have met; but I did not forget to remember those who would give anything to see what I was seeing and would never get the chance.”
― Violet Jacob, Diaries and Letters from India, 1895 - 1900

“As I gaed doon by the toon when the day was springin'
The Baltic brigs lay thick by the soundin' quay
And the riggin' hummed wi' the sang that the wind was singin'
"Free - gang free,
For there's mony a load on shore may be skailed at sea!”
― Violet Jacob, The Scottish Poems of Violet Jacob

“The country smelt of blood; reeked of it. For miles and miles round Inverness, where the search for fugitives was hottest, burnt hovels and blackened walls made blots upon the tardy green of spring. Women went about, white-faced and silent, trying to keep from their eyes the self-betraying consciousness of hidden terrors; each striving to forget the peat-stack on the moor where some hunted creature was lying, the scrub in the hollow that sheltered some wounded body, the cranny in the hill to which she must journey painfully after dark with the crusts in her apron.”
― Violet Jacob, Flemington

“The brigs ride out past Ferryden
Ahint the girnin tugs,
And the lasses wave to the Baltic men
Wi the gowd rings i their lugs.”
― Violet Jacob, The Scottish Poems of Violet Jacob

“Christian Flemington carried with her that atmosphere which enwraps a woman who has been much courted by men, and, though she was just over forty-two, and a grandmother, the most inexperienced observer might know how strongly the fires of life were burning in her still. An experienced one would be led to think of all kinds of disturbing subjects by her mere presence; intrigue, love, power - a thousand abstract yet stirring things, far, far remote from the weather-beaten house which was the incongruous shell of this compelling personality.”
― Violet Jacob, Flemington