When the day shall come, that we do part, if my last words are not ‘I love you’—ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.
If women’s work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn’t being accomplished at any given moment?
While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.
What I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.
The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless.
Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman’s part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.
I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi’ the world.
Blessed are those who eat greens, for they shall keep their teeth. Blessed are those who wash their hands after wiping their arses. For they shall not sicken. Blessed are those who boil water. For they shall be called saviors of mankind.
A man who spends his time pokin’ his… nose into others’ sinfulness has nay time to tend his own.