Top 100 The Highlander Quotes
#1. She'd always known that if she'd picked the right man to pluck her cherry, he would appreciate her good taste.
Gwen,Kiss Of The Highlander
Karen Marie Moning
#2. The Highlander was a documentary, and events happened in real time.
Dana Snyder
#3. That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed
he got a hard-on.
Karen Marie Moning
#5. The noble heart will find no shortage of places to offer itself in martyrdom, but you cannot die on every battlefield."
~ Duncan Sinclair, from The Outcast Highlander
R.L. Syme
#6. You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them.
-Drustan to Gwen
Karen Marie Moning
#7. The man kisses me and I just hop right on him like he's the hottest new ride at Disneyland.
Karen Marie Moning
#8. That's impossible," Gwen gasped. "The fastest I've ever run on a treadmill was ten and a half minutes and I nearly died. And it was only one mile. I had to rest for hours and eat chocolate to revive myself.
Karen Marie Moning
#9. Sit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later."
~Chloe to Dageus.
Karen Marie Moning
#10. Let every lady in Camlochlin swoon over a charming smile. She had won the love of a man who shared his most intimate smiles for her alone
Paula Quinn
#11. Kissing me will not make the horse any smaller."
Laughter rumbled from Gray's chest as he closed his arms around her. He inhaled the sweetness of her hair and nuzzled the warm silkiness just behind her ear. "Kissing ye will no' make me any smaller either.
Maeve Greyson
#12. God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.
Amy Jarecki
#13. It's not enough just to buy condoms, Cassidy; you have to use them.
Karen Marie Moning
#14. She fit her hand around the curve of his whiskered jaw. "I'm sorry. But I knew you would not leave otherwise - "
"Damn right I would not have left," he said gruffly. "Don't you understand what you mean to me? You are everything. Never doubt that. My place is with you, only you.
Monica McCarty
#15. Well, if he was already damned, he might as well follow his wicked impulses all the way to hell.
At least he'd get to taste her again.
Kerrigan Byrne
#16. Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship.
Karen Marie Moning
#17. Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.
Karen Marie Moning
#18. Don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you.
Maeve Greyson
#19. It's fucking lame, is what it is! The swords look like they were made out of tinfoil. And that soundtrack is epically lame. Full of synthesizers and shit. By the motherfucking Alan Parsons Project! Lame-o-rama! Beyond lame. Highlander II lame.
Ernest Cline
#20. The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the infants in the confluent smallpox.
Tobias Smollett
#21. I am a Highlander," Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. "And I am the sire of Americans.
Diana Gabaldon
#22. 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
#23. When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly."
"And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.
Karen Marie Moning
#24. And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life.
Paula Quinn
#25. She hated that he was in the room with her, standing beside the bed.
And she loved that he was there.
Donna Grant
#27. What was she going to do with two Drustans?
A kinky part of her proposed something unmentionable and rather fascinating. Really, if they were both him, it wouldn't be like she was cheating on anyone.
Karen Marie Moning
#28. The rough pad of his thumb dragged across the split on her lip as light as a whisper. She felt his caress in her bones.
And elsewhere.
Kerrigan Byrne
#29. Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
Diana Gabaldon
#30. And he would never have instructed her to tell his past self such a story and expected himself to believe it.
Karen Marie Moning
#31. If he caught sight of ye in yer wee bit o' black lace, the man's plaid would surely stand out stiff as a banner hung across a pole.
Maeve Greyson
#32. Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.
Amy Jarecki
#33. There are two things a Highlander likes naked, and the other one is Malt Whisky
R. H. Bruce Lockhart
#34. Hunger for me, ka-lyrra, he thought silently, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.
Karen Marie Moning
#35. I knew how you liked long tales," he said, giving her a wink. "There's sure to be plenty of those."
"In Gaelic," she said.
"All the better for learning it.
Margaret Mallory
#36. It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.
Madeline Martin
#37. Lie with me," she said.
"I don't know if I can sleep beside ye tonight and not touch ye like I want to," he said in a strained voice. "I need ye too much."
"I know that," she said, and flipped back the blanket for him to lie down.
Margaret Mallory
#38. He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.
Karen Marie Moning
#39. Damn it, Mariel," Kieran growled and spun her around to face him once more. "Ye belong to me."
Her heart skipped a beat. He wanted her. Mariel wrenched her arm from his hold but did not back down from the heat of his stare. "Then be a man and take what's yours.
Madeline Martin
#40. Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!
Karen Marie Moning
#41. There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.
Karen Marie Moning
#42. She had a hard time making herself let go and they waged a short, silent, silly little battle that he won, which she reluctantly conceded was probably only fair since it was part of his body.
Karen Marie Moning
#43. Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar."
"Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?
Karen Marie Moning
#45. What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded.
"Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly.
Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.
Karen Marie Moning
#46. Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I am not wasting one more moment arguing with you."
"I promise not to mock you when you change your mind, lass.
Karen Marie Moning
#47. He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass; one night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight; one night when when he did not need to pretend he did not want her.
Margaret Mallory
#48. 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
#49. But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life.
She'd betrayed him.
He smiled faintly.
Karen Marie Moning
#50. Bedevil the devil and devil be dammed. I fear no devil and bow to no man.
- Adam Black
Karen Marie Moning
#51. He was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
Karen Marie Moning
#52. No more sounds emerged as he walked through the forest, save the whisper of the leaves above. Though nothing further appeared out of the ordinary, he knew one thing for certain.
He was not alone.
Madeline Martin
#53. If ye have needs to see to, do it quickly."
"You're a stubborn man," she said.
"Tis a good quality in a man," he muttered under his breath as he picked up the saddle.
Margaret Mallory
#54. The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.
Juliette Miller
#56. You're too sacred," he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. "You're the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.
Juliette Miller
#57. As if they were supposed to have made a direct hit, to have a long, full, crazy, wild, passion-filled, child-strewn life together, but somehow they'd come at each other from the wrong angle, and missed what could have/would have/should have been.
Karen Marie Moning
#58. Her eyes widened. "My." She looked at him hesitantly and then bit her lip. "This might be more difficult than I realized. You're a large man, aren't you?" She blushed. "I mean, all over."
He managed to nod. Yes, damn it. And getting excruciatingly larger by the minute.
Monica McCarty
#59. Gray's watchful gaze made her want to squirm as he stepped to her side and tucked her arm into his. "I'd be more than honored to claim ye as friend."
Claim ye. There was something about the way he said those two words that made her look forward to his claiming whatever he wanted.
Maeve Greyson
#60. 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
#61. They couldn't turn back time. What was done, was done.
He dropped his arms and lowered his head. Despondency filled him to the very brim. He was a dragon. A creature of magic and fire. A being that was lethal and dangerous.
The Kings had forgotten that. All but one.
Donna Grant
#62. And who e'er said I wanted such a fiery-tongued woman to wife?"
"I'll wait until the two of you are married to tell Trulie you said that.
Maeve Greyson
#63. Damnation. She needed him inside her. All the way. Now. "If you don't take me now I'm going to be forced to rape you." Trulie slid her hand down between them, grabbed his cock and aligned it for immediate entry.
"As you will it," Gray chuckled.
Maeve Greyson
#64. After a long, dreamlike swell, the waves eased and calmed. I didn't know if the blindfold was removed; I couldn't have opened my eyes.
I heard a soft murmur at the edge of my consciousness. "My wife is a goddess.
Juliette Miller
#65. My trews may be soft, lass, he thoughts, but what's in them isn't.
Karen Marie Moning
#66. Do what ye must, but 'tis a sorry day when a man's betrothed willna grant him the divine pleasure only she can give.
Maeve Greyson
#67. Yer true future, the future waiting to set your soul on fire, can only be found in the past.
Maeve Greyson
#68. Dear lord in heaven. "Oh my god," I say. He looks like a fucking Highlander ready for a ball before the battle.
Karina Halle
#69. She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid.
Karen Marie Moning
#70. It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be.
~Gabby's thoughts on Adam
Karen Marie Moning
#71. Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me.
Paula Quinn
#72. After he'd gone, she'd suffered a momentary, nearly immobilizing flash of panic
what if the Hunters somehow managed to find her while he was gone?
but it dissipated swiftly, leaving her astonished to realize that she truly trust him to keep her safe, at least from everything besides himself.
Karen Marie Moning
#73. I find no contradiction between being a Highlander, a Scot, a citizen of the U.K. and a citizen of the European Union at one and the same time.
Charles Kennedy
#74. Kieran unfolded the letter and scanned the scrawled message....
'Beware an English assassin.'
He knew exactly what this meant.
Madeline Martin
#75. The arrogant man probably thought his path to heaven was already assured, and that he acted in accordance to God's will just by breathing.
Maya Banks
#76. A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight - any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored Highlander in the prime of his life is breathtaking.
Diana Gabaldon
#77. Mmm...you smell of lavender." She didn't think it wise to tell the man what he smelled like so she politely nodded.
Victoria Roberts
#79. To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.
Diana Gabaldon
#80. The woman and her dragon.
"You're mine," he said.
She smiled. "And you're mine.
Donna Grant
#81. He gave her everything. Everything but the promise of a future. And she met his dark strokes with a plunder of her own, holding his gaze, raking his soul of its secrets. She knew just what she meant to him.
Monica McCarty
#82. Do not push me," she warned in a shaky voice.
"Och, but I will." He shifted on his booted feet, pushed his hips harder against hers, until she felt a part of the wall. A part of him. "You lifted a blade to me, Katarina. I'm going to push you hard.
Kris Kennedy
#83. Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.
Karen Marie Moning
#84. The Laird of Coll was undoubtedly a hard man. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it was as if the sun broke through the clouds. And he was smiling right now as she considered his question, knowing very well that she was enjoying herself.
Monica McCarty
#85. Her eyes widened, convinced by the size of it that his shaft was fully erect. She blinked several times. No, she was wrong. The bulge moved, growing as she watched it.
Not that I mind ya staring, love, but I've got an appointment I must keep.
Michelle M. Pillow
#86. That's why I'm still a virgin, because it means something to me and I'm not going to toss my virginity at your charming feet just because you're the most gorgeous, fascinating man I've ever met and I happen to like your last name.
Karen Marie Moning
#87. He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.
Karen Marie Moning
#88. How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?
Karen Marie Moning
#89. She'd had her way, and had the top
the third time
informing him he was her 'own private playground'.
Karen Marie Moning
#90. I'm taller than my father, and taller than two of the stones at Ban Drochaid."
"I meant in feet," she clarified. Speaking of the mundane gave her a measure of calm.
He eyed his boots a moment and appeared to be doing some rapid calculations.
Karen Marie Moning
#91. Hello."
He smiled and snuggled into his pillow. "Is this the voice mail of the beautiful Kenzie Denune or the real thing?"
"Well, Highlander, ye just happen to be in luck tonight."
He wanted to tell her if he was in luck, he'd be inside her right now...
Vonnie Davis
#92. Whether he knew it or not, it was her Drustan, damn it all, just a month and five centuries younger.
Karen Marie Moning
#93. 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
#94. I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door.
"No," she said irritably.
"And a purple shirt.
Karen Marie Moning
#95. Oh, how she loved the braw Highlanders, his boldness as he'd regard her with his discerning gaze, and how she wished he'd touch her with his hands in the same places and not with just his eyes.
Terry Spear
#97. Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar.
"Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.
Karen Marie Moning
#98. Her shoes squished with the movement and, as she peered uncomprehendingly down at them, a tadpole emerged from the leg of her jeans and flopped about on the ground.
"Eew!" She pointed a shaking finger at it. "A tadpole. I had a tadpole in my pants!"
"Lucky tadpole," he murmured.
Karen Marie Moning
#99. Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Oh, yes, the man could define himself as the dawning of an epoch if he wanted to. There was, quite simply, before Adam and after Adam.
Karen Marie Moning
#100. When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms.
He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he'd finished, she was gasping for air and laughing.
"My turn?" Dageus teased.
Karen Marie Moning
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