Top 100 Lass Quotes
#1. Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?
Vonnie Davis
#2. There will be no takin' this back, lass. Doona even think to be tellin' me later that you willna hae me. You will hae me.
Karen Marie Moning
#3. A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass ... As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: ... She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
John Suckling
#4. His smile was chillingly predatory, carnal and possessive. Do you really think I brought you this far to be letting you go, Chloe-lass?
Karen Marie Moning
#5. Next time I marry someone, I'll pick a lass who wakes up cheerful in the morning,
Diana Gabaldon
#6. You like me." "I do not," she lied. "But I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He was undaunted. "Aye, you like me, lass. I can tell. You called me by my given name and you are frowning, with dewy eyes. I forgive you for being cruel and thoughtless.
Karen Marie Moning
#7. This is the last time we run, lass, I swear it," he vowed hoarsely, grabbing her hand. "But this time, we have to run like hell." - Tadhg to his Maggie
Kris Kennedy
#8. What am I going to do with ye, Grace? First, ye blacken my eye, and then ye slice me in the thigh." He chuckled. "I bet ye ne'er knew I was a poet, did ye?"
When he felt her hand pat him, he chuckled. "Ye cannae get enough of me, can ye?"
"Pardon?"
"Och, lass. That isnae my thigh.
Victoria Roberts
#10. That sounds as if you're telling me you plan to keep me, lass. His eyes narrowed and he went very still.
Karen Marie Moning
#11. But I daresay, a lass can't think in a straight line w'out her tea. Sit for a minute. The laird will wait.
Patricia Strefling
#12. Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
Pamela Clare
#14. Two lads an' a little lass just lookin' on at th' springtime. I warrant it'd be better than doctor's stuff.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
#15. 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
#16. Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ... sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper.
Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis.
Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.
Karen Marie Moning
#17. The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
William Cowper
#18. I love you," he said fiercely. " 'Tis not true that I kept a part of my heart locked away from you. You own all of it, lass. You've always owned it. I didn't give it to you. You took it from the very start.
Maya Banks
#19. By their garbage shall ye know them," Christie yells, like a preacher, a downy preacher. "I swear, by the ridge of tears and by the valour of my ancestors, I say unto you, Morag Gunn, lass, that by their bloody goddamn fucking garbage shall ye christly well know them.
Margaret Laurence
#20. Please accept my apologies, lass. I should nae have been so forward, but I've been wanting to kiss ye.
Victoria Roberts
#21. Chloe-lass, I'm going to keep you." "Keep me, my ass," she snapped. "I don't agree to being kept." "Forever," he said, with a chilling smile. "And you will.
Karen Marie Moning
#22. Ah!' said David, twiddling his fingers with glee as she poured him a cup. 'May the sun shine upon your splendid bosom in all eight kingdoms, Sarah lass!
Henry H. Neff
#23. You didn't have to rip my dress," she said plaintively when he let her breathe. "I love this one. Nellie worked on it for days." "I'm sorry, lass," he said somberly. " 'Twas an accident, lass. Sometimes I forget my strength. I mean to be gentle but it doesn't come out that way. Can you forgive me?
Karen Marie Moning
#24. 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
#25. Sorry to burst your bubble, lass, but the truth is important. Unfortunately, wisdom and happiness are old enemies, and where one can be found, the other seldom lingers.
Joseph R. Lallo
#26. Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet.- Dageus
Karen Marie Moning
#27. Always trust yerself, lass. There's not a soul in this world that has a heart like yers. Plenty o' smart people here, aye, but logic ain't always the best way to a decision. Can ye remember that? -Alban Dewberry
E.S. Lowell
#28. I'm a killer, Gabrielle." He snarled the words at her. "That's all you need to know. Is that what you want sliding into your bed every night, lass? Touching your body with hands that were soaked in blood minutes before?
Jessica Lee
#29. Open up!" he roared, pounding it with his fist. Nothing. "Lass, if you open up now, I'll leave you in one piece, but I swear to you, if you keep me in here one more moment I will tear you limb from wee limb," he threatened. Silence. "Lass! Wench! Gwen-do-lynnnnnn!
Karen Marie Moning
#30. But stories that live longest
Are sung above the glass,
And Parnell loved his country
And Parnell loved his lass.
William Butler Yeats
#31. 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
#32. Across the way there lies a wee lass, no' yet five years old, suffering from a fever. Her name is Sadie Floyd. I want you tae go with me tae see her.
Laura Frantz
#33. I have so much more t'teach ye." He chuckled, kissing her fully on the mouth, holding her little body in his arms.
"More?" Her eyes lit up.
"Aye, much, much more," he agreed, eyes alight. "Come wit' me, lass. Let's get cleaned up so we can get dirty again.
Selena Kitt
#34. Went with one (Assassin) for a while ... lovely lass, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut, even in bed. Sometimes I wonder if any profession really guards its secrets as closely as they claim.
Robert Asprin
#35. And I guess I'm the assignment that will put you right with your family?"
"Yes."
"It's no' going to happen, lass."
She turned her head to him. "Then why did you bring me with you tonight?"
"Something I've been asking myself.
Donna Grant
#37. As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.
Karen Marie Moning
#38. I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know." "'Lass'? Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.
Gabrielle Zevin
#39. It is real, Lass.... You are mine as I am yours.
Terry Spear
#40. Please come out so I can see your face," Darcy said.
There was a smile in Thorn's voice when he said, "I gave my jeans to Warrick. I'm no' shy, lass, but I doona want to embarrass Warrick.
Donna Grant
#41. Air ye deaf, lass?
I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass
Karen Marie Moning
#42. When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity
Julia London
#43. 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
#44. My trews may be soft, lass, he thoughts, but what's in them isn't.
Karen Marie Moning
#46. Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.
Diana Gabaldon
#47. You can have the confounded shield if you love it that much, lass," Dageus said, sounding utterly bewildered.
Karen Marie Moning
#48. Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.
Diana Gabaldon
#49. She tipped back her glass and finished it.
"Ah, lass. You drink like you're Irish already."
She smirked. "I am Irish already. Always have been.
Ashlyn Chase
#50. I'm not talking nonsense, lass. I'd give you the whole of the moon if I could, and throw in the stars for good measure,' he said, taking her hand, and kissing it. 'You couldn't be content with less?
Georgette Heyer
#51. I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door.
"No," she said irritably.
"And a purple shirt.
Karen Marie Moning
#52. I once courted a Victorian lass in old Chicago. I had to leave her, it just wasn't our time.
Dennis Higgins
#53. I say, look at the melons on that lass," Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. "And hung like a stallion, he is."
"Focus, mate," Spade muttered.
Jeaniene Frost
#54. [On Princess Anne:] Such an active, outdoorsy lass. She loves nature in spite of what it did to her.
Bette Midler
#55. We're more than common rock," he murmured. "We're pretty nigh indestructible when we're in our stone forms."
I thought this over. "Then why didn't they pick you up and throw you into the sea?"
He sent me a dark look. "You're a bloodthirsty lass, aren't you?
Taylor Longford
#56. What language for such a refined and sophisticated northern lass! And a beautiful one. Even more beautiful when you're swearing away in such a ladylike manner!
Heather Graham
#57. I need you, lass," he whispered.
Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?
Donna Grant
#58. 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
#59. Come with me, sweet lass, and I'll make good on me promise to chase ye through the woods like a highlander." Broen spoke in a rich timbre laced with good humor. " Ye there ... Lads, be sporting now and let me ravish this charming creature the way only a Scotsman can!
Mary Wine
#60. temperament. I am not the foolish little girl who seeks trouble anymore. Ye can trust me not to be reckless, but I will fight for our people if need be." Duncan pulled her into a fierce embrace. "I worry for ye, lass," he whispered. "Ye should be thinking of marriage and a family, not climbing cliff
Lily Baldwin
#62. We want you gone. Your presence is obviously upsetting for her."
"Oh, aye, the poor, wee lass
who tossed me like a skipping stone.
Kresley Cole
#63. She was a stubborn English lass, but he was a clever Scot.
Victoria Roberts
#65. Eleanor's greatest grievance was not a simpering lass with flaxen hair and smooth skin. It was Aquitaine, always Aquitaine.
Sharon Kay Penman
#66. 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
#67. I dainty little lass I wasn't. I looked twice my age until I turned 10 or 11.
Maureen O'Hara
#68. Is that all we mortals are? The victims of tortured irony to amuse an insane murder of gods?
A murder of crows, a murder of gods-I like that, lass.
Steven Erikson
#69. Yes, you do, lass, and entirely too much," he interrupted, his hooded gaze mocking. "So stop thinking for a moment, will you? Just feel.
Karen Marie Moning
#70. Aye. And I can do without a viper-tongued wench.""Wench? Wench? Lass is one thing, but did you just call me a wench? I'll have you know I'm a doctor. No one calls me a wench. I passed my boards with flying colors. I could take you apart and put you back together with my eyes closed.
Jennifer LaBrecque
#71. 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
#72. I was wrong, Gabby, and I'll apologize for it forever if you want me to. But the truth is I couldn't face you. If I came to you and you sent me away, if I knew for certain that you didn't want me anymore...God in heaven, Gabriella Waverly, I've never been so bloody afraid of a lass before.
Page Morgan
#73. Lass, we can speak about anything ye want on the morrow. But his eve, ye are mine.
Victoria Roberts
#74. Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
John Gay
#75. Are you jealous, lass?"
"Yes!" she cried, as if she couldn't believe the question. "While you've been running around growling 'mine', I've been silently saying it right back at you."
This got better and better.
Kresley Cole
#76. But she's a nice lass."
"Addolgar, she poisoned you."
"But she didn't kill me. That's what's important.
G.A. Aiken
#77. I burn for you. Do you know what that is, lass? To feel a yearning that makes you burn both inside and
out?
Samantha James
#78. But you said so yourself,the poor lass will die of it...Do you really want her to die?
'Yes, I'd rather she died than have a bad life.
Emile Zola
#79. What to do with you, lass. What to do with you. You will either get me killed or earn me a bloody fortune.
M.L. Chesley
#80. I would do anything for you, lass. You only have but to ask. Sleep now, and we will leave soon."
"I am...ready for more," she whispered.
He laughed. "'Tis good to know. I have been ready forever.
Terry Spear
#81. Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.
Sara Humphreys
#82. Och, and there's your Scots blood, lass," he said with a faint smile. "A fine bit o' temper too.
Karen Marie Moning
#84. She reached up, held his face between her palms. "How can I help but fret? You live wi' death on your heels."
"For your sake, lass, I promise to stay one step ahead.
Pamela Clare
#85. You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.
Karen Marie Moning
#86. Yes, I am an Irish lass through and through.
Erin Andrews
#87. Sorry, lass. Ye have to seize the teachable moments, you know. Carry on.
Andrew Peterson
#88. 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
#89. 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
#90. 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
#91. 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.
...
"Nay," he said, his voice throaty and dark. "The lass is made for loving, no' fighting. I prefer to watch.
Terry Spear
#92. These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks.
Karen Marie Moning
#93. You may well smile, my lass; many a one would smile to have such a bonny face.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#94. 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
#95. Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!
Diana Gabaldon
#96. I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her gentle - and saying - 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?
Emily Bronte
#97. 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
#98. We are striving to change things, lass. But changes don't occur overnight." - Mr. Wellesley
Aya Ling
#99. Keep dreaming, Irish," she said dryly, though her breath was ragged.
"I will, but it remains to be seen whether they'll come true." The man was all confidence and skilled seduction.
Kate smirked. "Only an Irishman would say that."
"Only a beautiful, stubborn lass would ignore the truth.
Whitney K.E.
#100. No one lacked imagination like the English. Yet he could not dismiss the notion that this lass dressed in breeches could be the seer his grandmother foretold. Finding an English lass lying on a Scottish hillside so many miles from the border was strange enough to have a touch of magic about it.
Margaret Mallory
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