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The girl you're looking for no longer exists. She died thirteen years ago. The woman who's left, she's just a bartender.
A woman is like fine whisky. Deep and subtle, smooth but strong, warm yet lingering.
Female is female.
The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn't much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art.
She appeared in a dashing fur coat and very high heels, with a bottle of bootleg whiskey in a brown paper bag from which she drank all during the meeting, erupting into wild laughter
She's like that first taste of something you can't have - that priceless sip of Macallan poured neat - and no matter how many times you're lucky enough to get just a splash more, it's never enough to get you drunk...
The sip of Macallan that ruins you for all others.
Incredible to think isn't it, that every single Scotsman, started off as a scotch egg. Old and gingery.
What kind of woman was she anyway to give herself to a man just because of some mangroves and a few birds?
The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it.
Fey ... a Scotch word ... It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know
it's too good to be true.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
That's how I got my name, you know. The Bonny scot, see?
Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.
She poured us some more Scotch. It didn't seem to affect her any more than water affects Boulder Dam.
Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.
I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.
I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.
A fine lady she weren't, oh, but a damn fine woman and a brave one ...
She was a woman of reserve.
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
In Erling Nicolai Rolfsrud's compendium of memorable women and men from North Dakota, "Mustache" Maude Black, for that was the name of my grandparents' benefactress, is described as not un-womanly, though she dressed mannishly, smoked, drank, was a crack shot and a hard-assed camp boss. These
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Only a Scotsman can really survive a Scottish education.
- so much like riding dangerous women
with whiskey coloured eyes -
such women as once fell dead with their lovers
with fire in their heads and slippery froth on thighs
She is either male property (Mrs.), wannabe male property (Miss), or man-hating harpy (Ms.).
Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells ...
Every...woman," the old lady said, "loves a ...rogue.
She [Gypsy Rose Lee] was a sophisticated self-satirist with a contagious delight in the comedy of sex. She was coy; she was sly; she always had a witty quip; she had an intensely dramatic presence.
A veteran of the gender wars.
Scotch beef, salmon and shellfish are recognised the world over for their excellence and Scottish provenance. People recognise the Scottish brand. They associate the country with quality food and drink, and clearly other Scottish sectors, such as dairy, can benefit from that, too.
Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.
The scotch egg is such a Scottish food. It's as though a great Scottish chef said: I need a tasty snack. Let's take an egg ... and wrap it in meat!! Makes it a bit harder.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
She was definitely the sort of girl who puts her hands over a husband's eyes, as he is crawling in to breakfast with a morning head, and says Guess who!
Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.
The finest woman that ever walked the streets.
A beautiful woman is born Queen of men and women both, as Mary Stuart was born Queen of Scots, whether men or women.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
Hip to the fact that well-behaved women rarely make history, Diane [Wilson] has already inspired a new movement of totally uncontrollable, irresistible and unreasonable women!
Why don't you come up and have a little ... scotch and sofa?
A salaam aleikum. The elderly Irishwoman has a foamy cloud of white hair and a zigzag cashmere poncho. You wouldn't cross her.
Miss Andrews is really nice
A woman of keen mind but no moral scruple whatever. And an occasionally violent temper. Just how many time did you stab that merchant, Derla? I forget.
Today's woman must be a prostitute in the kitchen, a ghost in the bedroom, a sniper on the parapet, an octopus at sea world.
When I see them knit,' Terry said, 'I can almost call them feminine.'
'That doesn't prove anything,' Jeff promptly replied. 'Scotch shepherds knit
always knitting.
Mary Queen of Scots was my first love, and that is always something special.
Elizabeth Spencer.
A compelling and important story of First Word War Scotland, a time when women redefined the word hope as the world was losing its innocence. Andrea MacPherson writes beautifully, balancing the lives of her characters between history and the poetry of gesture, secrets and love.
My background is Scottish.
The Scotchman seemed hardly the same Farfrae who had danced with her, and walked with her, in a delicate poise between love and friendship - that period in the history of a love when alone it can be said to be unalloyed with pain.
The Scots take what they want when they want it. She also said they have special preferences." "And what might those be?" Beak asked. "Strong horses, fat sheep, and soft women," Mary said. "Horses, sheep, and women?
I'm fiercely proud to be Scottish.
Scotland can exist fully if we dream hard enough, Julie. I just can't relate to that Scottish deep-fried-chip-on-the-shoulder. Trainspotting was wrong: it feels fucking great being Scottish. We're becoming something, Julie. I can feel it. We're getting dressed up.
But she's the kind that won't be downed easily. She'll work all day and go to a Bohemian wedding and dance all night, and drive the hay wagon for a cross man next morning.
She's the Indian who lives in my attic.
Perhaps because women are seen as good listeners, I find that a traveling woman - perhaps especially a traveling feminist - becomes a kind of celestial bartender.
A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for, cause the whiskey ain't working anymore.
Florence Nightendick
To-day the woman is Mrs. Richard Roe, to-morrow Mrs. John Doe, and again Mrs. James Smith according as she changes masters, and she has so little self-respect that she does not see the insult of the custom.
She was a stubborn English lass, but he was a clever Scot.
What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?
If a man didn't make sense, the Scotch felt it was misplaced politeness to try to keep him from knowing it. Better that he be aware of his reputation, for this would encourage reticence which goes well with stupidity.
Her name was Senga. You have to love Glasgow; once everyone figured we had enough people named Agnes, they just reversed the letters and started again. Hillcoat
They're only Scotch pearls," he said, apologetically, "but they look bonny on you." His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. "Those were your mother's pearls!" said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. "Aye," said Jamie calmly, "and now they're my wife's. Shall we go?
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
The spirits made her sick, and I don't just mean the Scotch.
Granny always said Britt-Marie was the sort of woman who would have to drink two glasses of wine and feel really wild and crazy to be able to fantasize about solving a crossword in ink.
I'm Scottish. My idea of foreplay is roll over, Margaret.
She belongs to a race of delightful women, who never do any harm, whom everybody calls good, and who are very severe on those who do not pretend to be good.
I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?
To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. "The Mountains I can bear," said Loudie. "Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.
She'd never call Smith males "womanizers." Although she would call them whores.
Can I fetch you something, madam? A cup of tea?'
In the old days she'd have been 'miss' and he'd have offered her a cocktail.
A woman of haughty and fierce carriage, of a nimble wit and active spirit, a very voluble tongue, more bold than a man.
To have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese,
The elder Miss Larkin
Our Scottish theory ... is that every country has need of Scotchmen, but that Scotland has no need of the citizens of any other country.
silver jubilee. He
Englishwomen's shoes look as if they had been made by someone who had often heard shoes described, but had never seen any ...
I've yet to see the auld woman believes in witches, nor the young one, neither. It's men think there must be ill-wishes and magic in women,
She's the gal in the red blue jeans.
An interim government was set up in Afghanistan. It included two women, one of whom was Minister of Women's Affairs. Man, who'd she have to show here ankles to to get that job?
It's the contemporary woman that movies don't know what to do with, other than bathe her in a bridal glow in romantic comedies where both the romance and the comedy are artificial sweeteners.
Scotsmen are not the type to back down easily, even if an Amazonian bisexual is screaming for compliance and threatening death by green fire sword on their bridge deck.--Prizm
A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right!
The Monstrous Regiment of Women.
Fortunately, an extremely sexy, pixie-voiced blond named Ronnie Harran, who booked the Whisky, saw us ... She had an ear for talent ... the Whisky was finally a gig we could be proud of ...
Here's the beautiful lady with the beer.
Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
A femme fatale and a warrior princess.
Miss Marks, you see, makes her living by ... entertaining young, and not so young, sailors ... or any other members of the armed forced, or civilians, who enjoy ... being entertained by ladies who ... entertain.
The Labour Party is being led by a woman but she has not been elected to anything. She is the lady who makes the breakfast in the Kinnock household.
O woman shapely as a swan.
The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.
Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish,
There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
been through. She was a woman who
Who do you serve?" Lanferelle asked.
"Sir John Cornerwailled," Hook said proudly.
Lanferelle was pleased. "Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.