Highland Romance Quotes

“It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time.”
― Maya Banks, In Bed with a Highlander

“It was written in those stars that we meet.” His voice gathered a tender fervency that unstitched something from inside Mena’s soul. “We are bound in some inescapable way, thee and me. I’ve known it since I first laid eyes on ye in that dress.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“Mena knew men like the Laird of Ravencroft Keep rarely existed, and when they did, history made gods of them.
Or demons.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“she had always clung to the hope her world would somehow regain its course and would one day cease its unbearable orbit of a darkened star”
― Shehanne Moore, His Judas Bride

“His eyes touched every part of her. Even parts that may never have been touched before. They flashed with lightning, singing along her nerves with electric currents of heat. A sultry, answering thunder whipped through her, calling forth a storm so unexpected, she almost felt betrayed by her own body.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside as if he were a helpless lad. If she'd come at him with a dagger, he might have let her stab him in the heart.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Highland Henchman

“The rough pad of his thumb dragged across the split on her lip as light as a whisper. She felt his caress in her bones.
And elsewhere.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“Tell me you doona want this. Tell me that ye didna feel this storm brewing between us since the very first day we met. That a part of ye didna know that this was an inevitability. I knew from the first time I saw ye that it was my destiny to claim ye here in the mists. And ye must take me, Mena... all of me. Make demands of yer own. Lay claim to the pleasure I'm willing to offer ye.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“Aye, we are. Ye told me that ye loved me, and that this is where ye wished to be. I told ye that I wished for ye to remain here with me. I offered a betrothal, if ye’ll recall, when ye were ready. But I neglected to tell ye the most important thing before our passions overtook us yesterday. I love ye, too, Aileana. I never want to lose ye again. I want ye beside me, always.”
― Willa Blair, Highland Healer

“I pronounce ye married, laird and lady. No’ ’til death will ye part. And now, Toran,” he added with a wink, “ye may kiss the bride.”
― Willa Blair, Highland Healer

“Then she smiled.

But there was something different about this one. Like she’d decided something, and it had to do with him.

This smile hit Donal like a fist to the gut. He got the distinct impression that he might be in a different sort of trouble than he’d ever been in before. But this trouble, he might come to enjoy.”
― Willa Blair, Highland Seer

“I would like to know the given name of the woman who can kiss me so passionately she makes me want to climb to the roof tops and roar.”
― Amy Jarecki, Return of the Highland Laird

“Well, if he was already damned, he might as well follow his wicked impulses all the way to hell.
At least he’d get to taste her again.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Highlander

“Children’s names? Wedding nights? Was she mad? There weren’t going to be any children. And there wasn’t going to be any wedding night.
Because, after the wedding feast, there wasn’t going to be any groom.”
― Shehanne Moore, His Judas Bride

“The damned bitch has questions to answer. So she better not be dead. She can save that for when we’ve done.”
― Shehanne Moore, His Judas Bride

“Never look at the moon as you reach for the stars”
― Shehanne Moore, His Judas Bride

“How could their love for each other be so wrong?”
― Terry Spear, Forbidden Love

“Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. "Rugged land for a rugged man.”
― Amy Jarecki, The Highland Henchman

“With a resounding bang, the door burst open. A crazed man gaped at her with piercing and anguished blue eyes. Grunting, he staggered inside and collapsed face first to the floor.

Max launched into a cacophony of barking, racing around the man as if the spaniel had made a conquest.

A cold wind chilled the cottage while Jane tried to steady the poker with both hands and point it at the burly form. He didn't move.

Max whimpered and licked the man's face. Then the dog curled up beside him.

Jane gaped. "Merciful father.”
― Amy Jarecki, Return of the Highland Laird

“Alone. It was such an insignificant word. Or it had been for centuries. He'd sought out the solitude, had slept away centuries in his cave without hesitation. And now? Now he hated the quiet.
He detested being alone.”
― Donna Grant, Smoldering Hunger

“Kenna gave herself to Alexander to do as he wished, welcoming it, aching for it. She had no control. She wanted none. She was his.”
― May McGoldrick, Much Ado About Highlanders

“He doubted there was anything she could have done to save her mother. Any more than he, with all the knowledge he'd gained over the last ten years, would now know what to do for his mother were she here and ill as she had been ten years ago. He'd never again encountered an illness similar to hers, not in the writings he'd read or the patients he'd tended. Rory had come to suspect that sometimes there was just nothing you could do for the people you loved, no matter how much you wished you could. Sometimes there just wasn't enough knowledge, skill and love to save them. Otherwise, no one would ever die. But death was as natural and necessary as birth.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Treasure

“Why would I regret bedding a man I have come to love?" she asked....”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Treasure

“Perhaps the most significant intellectual trend of the eighteenth century was that towards what we now label 'Romanticism'. Within this often rather monstrous historical figment of retrospective definition, one of the commonest of theoretical concerns was to speculate on the nature of society, and on the nature of social development. Theories of Man's primitive nature blossomed, and the Romantics looked both to nature and to this primal human essence for their poetic and intellectual inspiration. At the same time as British intellectuals were becoming more and more interested in the nature of primitive man and primitive society, they had within their own national boundaries a fitting subject for their attention. The Scottish Gael fulfilled this role of the 'primitive', albeit one quickly and savagely tamed, at a time when every thinking man was turning towards such subjects. The Highlands of Scotland provided a location for this role that was distant enough to be exotic (in customs and language) but close enough to be noticed; that was near enough to visit, but had not been drawn so far into the calm waters of civilisation as to lose all its interest.”
― Malcolm Chapman, The Gaelic Vision in Scottish Culture

“Here was... a revelation of a whole broad country, varied as nature is, and as true. The veil was drawn from the face of Scotland, not only to other nations, but to her own astonished delighted inhabitants, who had hitherto despised or derided the Highland caterans, but now saw suddenly with amazed eyes the courtly figure of Vich Ian Vohr descending from the mists, the stately and beautiful Flora, with all their attendants, such surrounding personages as Evan Dhu and Callum Beg, either of them enough to have made an ordinary man's fortune.”
― Mrs. Oliphant