A Scot in the Dark Quotes

“She continued, 'The world harbors impressive hatred for women who make the mistakes I did. Beauty, used for anything but the holiest of acts is a sin.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“You do not let them win. Not ever. There is nothing in the world they like more than tearing a woman down for having too much courage. And there is nothing in the world that makes them angrier than not being able to break her.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Ask him about things Englishmen like. Horses. Hats. Umbrellas.” She raised a brow. “Umbrellas.” “Titled Englishmen seem to be exceedingly concerned with the weather.” “It does not rain in Scotland?” “It rains, lass. But we are grown men and so we do not weep with the wet.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“It is a great fallacy, you know. The idea that first is most meaningful. That second is. That any that follow are. That the circumstances of those early encounters somehow mean more than the one we choose forever. It is the lie the world tells us, but you have taught me to know better.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“The world harbors impressive hatred for women who make the mistakes I did. Beauty, used for anything but the holiest of acts, is a sin.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Listen to me. You do not let them win. Not ever. There is nothing in this world they like more than tearing a woman down for having too much courage. And there is nothing in the world that makes them angrier than not being able to break her.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Infinitely so. You want romance, you ask a Scot.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“She lifted one shoulder and lowered it. 'Because love is for 'lucky among us.
'What does that mean?' he said, her words rioting through him, unwelcome in their eerie truth.
'Only that I am not counted among the lucky. Everyone I have ever loved has left.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Again. Breathe, mo chridhe.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Because all men are addlepated imbeciles who deserve to be strung up by their thumbs in St. James Park and set upon by bees.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“Us. What a lovely, lovely word. How long had she wished to be part of an us?”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark

“He paused, then looked up at her. “It hurts, did you know that? Growing.” She shook her head. “How?” That smile again, the one that made her want to hold him until they were old. “Physically. You ache. Like your bones cannot keep up with themselves. But now that you ask, I suppose it hurts in every other way, as well—there’s a keen sense that where you have been is no longer where you are. And certainly nothing like where you are going.” He stopped, then whispered, “Nothing like where I was going.” “Alec—”
― Sarah MacLean, A Scot in the Dark