Love on the Scottish Spring Isle Quotes

“Above you are the stars, below you is the earth, around you is the ocean. Like the stars, your love will be a source of light. Like the earth, a foundation from which to grow. And like the ocean, it will be vast,”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“When Matt started to play Des’ree’s ‘Kissing You’ on his fiddle, Euan took her hand. ‘Ready, sweetheart?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“So he held her as tight as he could and murmured into her ear, just for the two of them to hear: ‘April Virginia Smith. Do you want to get laid like a goddamn queen for the rest of your foreseeable future?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Euan’s hand flew up to his chest, his fist slamming on his heart. ‘That’s where you live now. Right here. Rent free.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“And yes, I want to make you come every day. But it’s your heart that’s taken me.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else, baby. I’m yours.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“April felt like she had been forged just to be in his arms. Her soul was whole when he held her, flying and tethered. Home wasn’t a place anymore. Home was wherever Euan was.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Nothing lasts forever, Mo.’ ‘No. It doesn’t. But that’s part of the beauty of life. If everything were endless, nothing would be precious.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“I’m angry, too. And I know it’s hard, Euan. But you have to take that step. Trust someone. Take a chance. It’s not enough knowing you’re broken. You have to do something to fix it. I’m sorry that I didn’t show you how.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Jesus, Euan. I see I have to spell it out for you. Just because yer maw was a cow who left you doesn’t mean that every woman is. And just because you split up with your teenage girlfriend doesn’t mean you can never have another relationship again. Stubborn numpty.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“He could still sense the presence of the past in the walls, like ghosts. ‘Then how do you feel about it?’ ‘I’m bloody raging! Fucking shite parents!”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Thanks for the lecture in intergenerational trauma. I’d rather listen to your TED talk next time.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Euan MacLeod – Saorsa’s notorious womaniser, master-shagger, seducer of hundreds – was making love for the first time, and it shook him to his core.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Seriously, Euan. I want to get rid of it. Of my past. And fire is very cleansing. At least that’s what the witches on Instagram say.’ ‘And we’re listening to them because…?’ ‘Because they know things.’ Her eyes sparkled and she grinned.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“This was about Euan. He was using sex as a mask or an armour. Not for intimacy, but for distance. She recognised the pain underneath. He was hiding something. Burying something. Closing off. That was what bothered her. It felt like playing an entrancing melody on an untuned piano.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“As she hooked her arm into his, April saw how women’s – and some men’s – heads turned. This is how it must be like to go to the mall with Liam Hemsworth.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“The way he tapped on the steering wheel; the way he hummed along to a song playing in the cassette deck. ‘Don’t Wanna Be a Player’ by Joe, as the tape sleeve said. Followed by ‘Natural Woman’ by Mary J. Blige and Shai’s ‘If I Ever Fall in Love’. ‘Wait, “Mo’s mix”?’ April parted her lips in mock astonishment. ‘I didn’t take Morag for an R&B type of gal.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“She sat up and stretched her arms above her head with another stout-hearted yawn, showing her navel for a split second. That simple peek sent ripples through him. He wanted to tickle it with his tongue. What have you become? A Victorian parish priest?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“His phone buzzed, breaking the spell. April roused and her eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light. She yawned so heartily that she granted him a revealing look at her tonsils.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Football is just rugby for people with no health insurance,’ he quipped, to which she responded by slamming a pillow onto his head.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“And somehow – during the following hours, to the soundtrack of splattering rain – his rusty old shag mobile became an emotional safe space.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Astoundingly, his old routine didn’t make his palms nearly as clammy as the simple, ‘Tell me about yourself.’ Aye, I might actually be a bit fucked-up.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“But April listened intently to his ramblings. ‘Sometimes it’s okay not to have all the answers,’ she said. ‘We’re two imperfect humans trying to figure things out.’ ‘Come again, Yoda?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“The truth, April? I’m aching to have you. To taste you. Every night since you got here, I’ve been alone in this van. When all I can think of, all I fucking crave, is to be with you. No. Inside you. I want your goddamn nails on my back and your teeth in my neck, April. There’s nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with you. You hear me?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Euan glowered at April as he plopped down beside her. ‘Are you out of your goddamn mind, woman?’ he bit out. ‘I get that you’re strong and independent. You don’t need a saviour. Love that. Wouldn’t dream of fighting you on that. But you sure as hell should’ve listened to a local!”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“April cursed under her breath. Maybe she should have listened to Euan.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“You’re such a bloody idiot,’ he grumbled in response and stomped off. Back to his van.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Perhaps she wanted to assert her newfound independence. Or pay him back for rejecting her the other night. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t let him or anyone tell her what to do. Not anymore. She was her own free woman. With her own tiny tent.”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“Her sex, on the other hand, was strongly in favour. Judging by the treacherous tingle between her thighs at the thought of it. Shush, vag. I’m in charge. Not you. Was she seriously having internal vagina dialogues right now?”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle

“I bolted right before I was about to be chained to someone for life. It felt like a prison sentence. I left Dick at the altar because I couldn’t imagine a lifetime without…it.’ ‘Dick is his name?’ ‘The irony is not lost on me’,”
― Beatrice Bradshaw, Love on the Scottish Spring Isle