The Lass Quotes

Tis no use fighting with the lass," Niall said wearily. "You will lose the battle, Gunnolf. No matter what it is about."
Gunnolf shook his head, then helped Niall to stand, and with his arm around his waist, he helped him out of the cottage. "I tell you, she is the one for you. ~ Terry Spear

Dair stared at his father's hand, fisted tight on the arm of his chair, and ignored the question. "I saw her in the bailey with her cat. A terrible beast."
Padraig grinned. "The lass or the cat? ~ Lecia Cornwall

Is that Isobella?" Gavin asked. "Aye. Every desirable, beautiful inch." "T would seem ye are the envy of every man in the hall," Ronan said. "I can see why." "Don't take fancy to the lass," Alysandir warned. Ronan laughed and slapped his brother on the back. "Not to worrit. I value my life too much." Alysandir swallowed, his hand almost crushed the silver cup in his hand. He knew the beauty was Isobella, but his mind couldn't accept the idea. All he could think was, it had been a good thing she wasna dressed like that in the glen because he wasna certain he could have kept his gentlemanly manners. ~ Elaine Coffman

Do you no' want to fight the lass?" Rob, his cousin had shouted. He was dark-haired, but not quite as dark as Marcus, a little taller, with swimming blue eyes.
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"Nay," he said, his voice throaty and dark. "The lass is made for loving, no' fighting. I prefer to watch. ~ Terry Spear

But know this, the lass will wed you -- her words -- and if you wed another in the interim, it will go badly for you."
Marcus smiled. He loved her and if it was in his power to do so, they would be wed. ~ Terry Spear

Raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine ~ Karen Marie Moning

A young woman stepped in front of the dais and cleared her throat. She had reddish-brown hair that hung in loose waves down her back. Her figure was slender and regal, and Ian could have easily drowned in her emerald eyes. But what captured his attention the most was the way the lass carried herself - confident, yet seemingly unaware of her true beauty.
She wore a black gown with hanging sleeves, and the embroidered petticoat under her skirts was lined in gray. With the added reticella lace collar and cuffs dyed with yellow starch, she looked as though she should have been at the English court rather than in the Scottish Highlands.
"Pardon me, Ruairi. Ravenna wanted me to tell you that we're taking little Mary to the beach. We won't be long. We'll be in the garden until the mounts are readied, if you need us."
When the woman's eyes met Ian's, something clicked in his mind. His face burned as he remembered. He shifted in the seat and pulled his tunic away from his chest. Why was the room suddenly hot? He felt like he was suffocating in the middle of the Sutherland great hall.
God help him.
This was the same young chit who had pined after him, following him around the castle and nipping at his heels like Angus, Ruairi's black wolf. But like everything else that had transformed around here, so had she. She was no longer a girl but had become an enchantress - still young, but beautiful nevertheless. His musings were interrupted by a male voice.
"Munr ~ Victoria Roberts

Och, aye. So the lass saved your life by stabbing ye. ~ Victoria Roberts

The man peered through the doorway - a blond bearded man with steel blue eyes, who first considered her holding Niall's sword, and then Niall in her bed. She couldn't believe he would grin at them. The heathen. His friend was sick and could be dying and Gunnolf was grinning?
What kind of a friend did that?
"I should have known you would be in a lass' bed while I have been searching for you everywhere. Not to mention trying to locate our horses, and the lass we should be finding. Is the woman protecting you with your own sword, mon?" Gunnolf laughed.
"He was wounded and is now feverish. There is naught to jest about," Anora said harshly.
Gunnolf laughed again. "I hope you plan to wed the lass, Niall. She appears to be just the one for you. Every mon needs a woman who will fight to protect him. ~ Terry Spear

Must we believe those who tell us that a hand foul with the filth of a shameful life is the only one a young girl cares to be caressed by?

That is the teaching that is bawled out day by day from between those yellow covers. Do they ever pause to think, I wonder, those devil's lady-helps, what mischief they are doing crawling about God's garden, and telling childish Eves and silly Adams that sin is sweet, and that decency is ridiculous and vulgar? How many an innocent girl do they not degrade into an evil-minded woman? To how many a weak lad do they not point out the dirty by-path as the shortest cut to a maiden's heart? It is not as if they wrote of life as it really is. Speak truth, and right will take care of itself. But their pictures are coarse daubs painted from the sickly fancies of their own diseased imaginations.

We want to think of women not--as their own sex would show them--as Loreleis luring us to destruction, but as good angels beckoning us upward. They have more power for good or evil than they dream of. It is just at the very age when a man's character is forming that he tumbles into love, and then the lass he loves has the making or marring of him. Unconsciously he molds himself to what she would have him, good or bad. I am sorry to have to be ungallant enough to say that I do not think they always use their influence for the best. . . .

And yet, women, you could make us so much better, if you only would. It rests with you more ~ Jerome K. Jerome

His eyes flared dangerously. Did the lass think to share such intimacies with him and then rescind them? Och, nay, Dageus MacKeltar didn't go backward. She would find that out soon enough. ~ Karen Marie Moning

So, Logan thought. This is the girl.
At last he had her in his grasp. Madeline Eloise Gracechurch. In her own words, the greatest ninny to ever draw breath in England.
The lass wasn't in England now. And pale as she'd grown in the past few seconds, he suspected she might not be breathing, either.
He gave her hand a little squeeze, and she drew in a gasp. Color flooded her cheeks.
There, that was better.
To be truthful, Logan needed a moment to locate his own composure. She'd knocked the breath from him, too.
He'd spent a great deal of time wondering how she looked. Too much time over the years. Of course she'd sent him sketches of every blessed mushroom, moth, and blossom in existence-but never any likeness of herself.
By the gods, she was bonny. Far prettier than her letters had led him to imagine. Also smaller, more delicate.
"So..." she said, "this means...you...I...gack."
Much less articulate, too.

-Logan's thoughts & Maddie ~ Tessa Dare

And the lass?" Drustan asked carefully. Dageus's smile was icy. "She goes where I go." "Dageus - " "Say no more. If she doesn't go, I doona go." "I would protect her for you." "She goes where I go." "And if she doesn't wish to?" "She will. ~ Karen Marie Moning

Love'? What do you know about love?"
"It's at the heart of every story," Rollo said with authority. "If humans could avoid falling in love, you would never get yourselves into any trouble. ~ Jessica Day George

Seamus tossed down two of his cards. "Hell. I'd train her if Tristan asked me. Wouldn't mind seeing that pretty face every day."
I studied my cards, pretending not to hear him.
"Maybe I should offer to work with her," he said. "Free you up so you can get back to doing what you love."
My jaw tightened.
"You go kill things, and I'll show the lass some Irish moves. Win-win situation for both of us, right?"
The cards in my hand began to buckle.
"Ha!" Seamus gave Niall a victorious grin. "Pay up, bro."
Niall's mouth turned down. "You don't even like that album."
"I said it wasn't my favorite one, but you know I like all of Johnny Cash's stuff."
"Since when?"
I stared at the two brothers with a mix of irritation and confusion.
"What are you two going on about?" Chris asked.
Seamus looked at me with a smug expression. "I told Niall you had it bad for the lass. He said she was too young and sweet to interest you. We made a friendly wager, which he just lost."
"You don't have proof he's into her," Niall argued. "He just might not want your ugly mug around her."
Seamus snorted. "You do realize we're identical twins."
"I'm still better looking. ~ Karen Lynch

Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass? ~ Vonnie Davis

Ach. Now, there be a lass with a bonny look to 'er. And I'm thinking it's nae me she's coming to see. ~ Karen Witemeyer

Put me down. I can walk." "Nay. I've no desire for you to be master of your destiny in any manner, however small. You are too unpredictable." "I'm unpredictable?" "Aye." She was speechless a moment. Then she pinched his butt, hard. "Ow!" He smacked her bottom. "Ow!" she yelped. "Behave," he growled. "Tit for tat, lass. Remember that. ~ Karen Marie Moning

With love, lass anything is possible. ~ Laura Hunsaker

Lass, lass! You are more desirable than any woman I have e'er known." He drew back to look at her. "E'er, I say, do you hear me? Ne'er have I been more tempted! ~ Sue-Ellen Welfonder

I never counted on you, lass. You are strong, honorable, clever, shrewd, beautiful, and resilient. You doona ever quit, and you doona ever give up. So why give up on me? ~ Donna Grant

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am. ~ Karen Marie Moning

I could kiss ye, lass," Will said with a wink.
"Promises, promises. ~ Mia Marlowe

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure.
"Oh, God."
"Nay, lass. Connor. ~ Julie Garwood

Three husbands and two sons, ten coin apiece a year. Five of ten's fifty. Fifty coin a year's cold company, lass. Cold in winter, cold in bed. ~ Steven Erikson

What makes a lad? What makes a lass?
Memories just, when time does pass! ~ Mervyn C.MacAodha

Ach, lass. Nae matter what happens, I will find you. Even if I must travel through time to a thousand different places, I promise you, I will find you. ~ Dawn Marie Hamilton

Enough. You're going to make yourself sick." He clasped her hand to help her up.
She reluctantly let him. "But I haven't eaten more than a regular meal."
"Lass, there's more where that came from. You doona have to behave like it's your last meal."
She laughed without humor. "Spoken like a man who's never missed one."
-Maddy ~ Kresley Cole

He pressed his lips to Akira's ear. "Hold on, lass, for hell has just made chase. ~ Amy Jarecki

Ah, you're an Irish lass." "As are you." His smile tipped and laughter twinkled in his eyes. "Not a lass, exactly, but Irish-born, for sure." Wasn't that just like a man. Knew exactly what she meant and yet turned her words about. "You know full well I didn't mean you were a lass." "Didn't you now? ~ Sarah M. Eden

Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?"
"Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe. ~ Sara Humphreys

Och, and there's your Scots blood, lass," he said with a faint smile. "A fine bit o' temper too. ~ Karen Marie Moning

I told you, lass. One hour or a million. 'Tis enough for me ~ Kinley MacGregor

Stunned, she looked down. Up. Down. Up again. Slowly. "Take your time, lass," he murmured, so softly she scarcely heard him. His next comment was deliberately beyond her audible range, a silky "I plan to with you. ~ Karen Marie Moning

Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you. ~ Diana Gabaldon

Fierce wee thing. There's my brave lass. ~ Kresley Cole

Lass, you're a woman after my own heart."

"Right now, I just want your body. ~ Donna Grant

It's what a man does when he likes a lass. Puts on a jacket. Puts a shine on his shoes. Asks her to dinner. ~ Kate Quinn

I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo! ~ George Wither

You may well smile, my lass; many a one would smile to have such a bonny face. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell

Innocence is only a virtue, lass, when it is temporary. You must pass from it to look back and recognize its unsullied purity. To remain innocent is to twist beneath invisible and unfathomable forces all your life, until one day you realize yourself, and it comes to you that innocence was a curse that had shackled you, defeated your every expression of living. ~ Steven Erikson

We are striving to change things, lass. But changes don't occur overnight." - Mr. Wellesley ~ Aya Ling

He stared at her a long moment, his eyes narrowed. "Lass," he said softly, "if you tried to leave me, I fear I wouldn't let you. I fear I would do whatever I had to do, no matter how ruthless, to keep you." "I consider myself warned," she said pertly. "Trust me, I'm not going anywhere. Now tell me. ~ Karen Marie Moning

Ye should see my massive claymore."

"Oh, good heavens," Jane muttered from behind them.

"What now?" he asked. "A claymore's a fine weapon, long and heavy, and a wonder when ye ken how to use it correctly."

Abruptly Amelia-Rose didn't think they were talking about swords. "And you know how to use yours correctly?"

"Aye. I'm something of an artist, ye might say. I'd like to show it to ye, lass. ~ Suzanne Enoch

Have I told you, Chloe-lass, that you're beautiful?" he said softly. She narrowed her eyes. If he thought a generic compliment would buy him a kiss, he was sadly mistaken. ~ Karen Marie Moning

Miz Fitz,
If my boyfriend would just once say "I'm sorry, I was wrong," I think I would die and go to heaven.
-Hellbound, a Lass
Miz Fitz sez:
You should wish for something realistic, like world peace. ~ Pete Hautman

Eulogy - especially from a young lass who, as he informed his mother that evening, had such uncommon eyes, they looked somehow as they made him feel nohow. ~ George Eliot

Methinks marriage has made my brother soft," Alaric replied. " 'Tis a shame when a puny lass has to save his arse. ~ Maya Banks