To Scotland, With Love Quotes

“I dinna think tis romantic when a man says he's willin' t' give his life fer the woman he loves. Give me instead a man who'd fight to keep us both alive and kickin'! There's naught rommantic about a dead man, beau or no.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“Oh, he rarely gets angry. But he is perpetually irritated.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“There is nothing shameful in wanting, Venetia. There's only shame in not getting.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“For a real knight, rescuing maidens would be an everyday event."
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"Perhaps a true knight saves himself for the right maiden”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“Gregor lifted the knife and slammed it down. The tops of the carrot rolled across the table, some hitting the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm chopping carrots."
"Gregor, they are carrots! not tree branches."
"I fail to see the difference.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“hmmm. Didn't they say a man's feet echoed the size of his manhood? Of its own accord, her gaze darted up Gregor's leg to where his deliciously tight breeches caressed his-
"Knife."
She blinked, her gaze jerking up to his face, her skin flushing. Please, God, don't let him know what I was thinking.
"Knife." he said again.
"Knife?" she repeated dumbly.
"Good god, Oglivie. I will need a knife if I'm to cut these vegetables.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort."
Venetia's cheek heated and she pulled her night gown closer, "Grandmama is anything but subtle."
"Almost as subtle as your mother."
"Oh no! Not mama too."
..."Your mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn't bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“He can cook?"
"In a manner of speaking," Mrs. Treadwell said, cheerfully.
"What manner of speaking is that?”
― Karen Hawkins , To Scotland, With Love

“This is the woman I'm t' marry! Where have ye been all me life, me love?"
And without a blink, I replied, "Don't start with me, ye scoundrel! If ye come with an empty purse, ye can leave now, fer I'd rather be unwed than unfed.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“Gregor, have you ever been in love?"
"No, I've never been that foolish.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love

“Her gaze flickered to the balcony doors and back, her brows knitted in confusion. “My balcony doesn’t connect to yours.”
“I jumped.” He grinned at the flash of concern he saw in “her eyes. “At dinner, your grandmother informed me that you’d be moving to the room beside mine. She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort.”
Venetia’s cheeks heated and she pulled her nightgown closer. “Grandmama is anything but subtle.”
“Almost as subtle as your mother.”
“Oh, no! Not Mama, too.”

Gregor paused beside a small table to pick up a silver tray holding a cut crystal decanter and matching glasses and set it on the table before Venetia. “Your mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me that if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn’t bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin.”
Venetia blushed. “I’m surprised they aren’t in here now, throwing rose petals before you as you walk.”
“I would never countenance petal tossing. Too showy.”
― Karen Hawkins, To Scotland, With Love