Celtic Hearts Quotes

“Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,” Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,” he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?”
The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,” she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the
gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“You turn the lights on and off here and if you can’t sleep and want something to read there are books in the living room…” her voice broke off. “Wait. Can you read?”
His chin took a slight tilt upward. “Aye,” Faolán replied, his voice cool, “in English, Gaelic, Latin, or French. My Welsh is a bit rusty, and I doona remember any of the Greek I was taught except for words not fit for a lady’s ears. I can also count all the way up to…” He looked down and wiggled his large bare toes, “…twenty.”
– Faolán MacIntyre”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Och, lass. Yer going to have to not do that.” Faolán exhaled. “Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing, and I confess I’m jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cat’s.”
“I wasn’t creeping anywhere, I was going to make coffee and this is my house, I’ll creep anywhere I like,” Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. “But I wasn’t creeping.”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving my life,” she muttered then turned and slapped Faolán hard across the face. “And that’s for you having to save it in the first place. And I’m not your woman, you big, arrogant, lying, betraying…faery loving…” She searched for the perfect insult and couldn’t find one, “…Scot.” She gave a very unladylike snort. “Happy now? That fiery enough for you?”
― Shannon MacLeod, Rogue on the Rollaway

“Tristan held up his arms to the Princess as she came out over the side, and carried her up through the shallows so that when he set her down on the white wave pattered sand, not even the soles of her feet were wet. Now this was the first time that ever they had touched each other, save for the times when the Princess had tended Tristan's wounds, and that was a different kind of touching; and as he set her down, their hands came together, as though they did not want it to be so quickly over. And standing hand in hand, they looked at each other, and for the first time Tristan saw that the Princess's eyes were deeply blue, the colour of wild wood-columbines; and she saw that his were as grey as the restless water out beyond the headland. And they were so close that each saw their own reflection standing in the other one's eyes; and in that moment it was as though something of Iseult entered into Tristan and something of Tristan into Iseult, that could never be called back again for as long as they lived.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Tristan and Iseult

“And out of Tristan's heart there grew a hazel tree, and out of Iseult's a honeysuckle, and they arched together and clung and intertwined so that they could never be separated anymore.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Tristan and Iseult

“I have many lovers.
Where ever I look, I find them.
There is no place devoid of them.

They are everywhere:

In the enchanting Cottonwood trees,
The rivers, the rocky roads, the hills, the mystic trails,
The snow capped mountains,
The skies, the clouds, the soaring Eagles,
The blackness of night, as black as the Raven,
The absolute brave Cactus,
Listening to me, and the whispers I breathe.

Where ever I, look I find them.
There is no place devoid of them.
My lovers are everywhere.

They are everywhere:

In the rains, the freezing winds,
The sun, the moonlight,
The darkness of despair,
The days of pain and sorrow,
They never leave me, or betray me,
Or ever forsake me,
Even in my unfaithfulness,
They remain mine.
Am I blessed, crazy, or blind?
However much I dare,
Even in those careless moments; they care.

Where ever I look, I find them,
There is no place devoid of them,
My lovers are everywhere.

They are everywhere:

I close my eye’s, I see them,
They appear to me patiently,
like some ancient melody,
in my waking dreams, they are like wise prophets,
twirling in compassionate dances of forgiveness.
Allowing me my mistakes of existence,
They give me, ‘me’,
Reach for my fears, cradle and hold me.

They are everywhere.

I will regenerate,
and shine through their presence.
Through their guidance, from their quiet empowerment,
I will gather myself, pick up my pride,
Understand ‘life’, and remember reality.

Finally, when my ‘being’ remains not with me,
they will once again redefine, re-collect me,
recreate the aura around me,
find another place to replant me.

They are everywhere.

No place is devoid of them.
Countless lovers.
Their love: Omnipresent.

Only if one can ‘see’,

These lovers are everywhere .”
― Ansul Noor, Soul Fire- A Mystical Journey through Poetry