Loch Lomond Quotes

Ah, lassies, be sure ye make good decisions, firm and fast. Those who don’t know what they want get what they deserve. OLD WOMAN NORA OF LOCH LOMOND TO HER THREE WEE GRANDDAUGHTERS ONE COLD NIGHT

Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond To her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.

For example, Scotland's famous Loch Ness Monster is too often thought to be a recent product of the local Tourist Board's efforts to bring in some trade, yet Loch Ness is by no means the only Scottish loch where monsters have been reported. Loch Lomond, Loch Awe, Loch Rannoch and the privately owned Loch Morar (over 1000 ft deep) also have records of monster activity in recent years. Indeed, there have been over forty sightings at Loch Morar alone since the end of the last war, and over a thousand from Loch Ness in the same period.

And you don’t think this is just a phase I’m going through?” Liam blanked for a moment at this return to serious talk. “What do you mean?” “That first night we were together at Loch Lomond, you said I just needed time to get used to the idea of being gay.” “Och, I really said that, didn’t I?” Liam rolled onto his back, covering his face with both hands. “I’m such an arse.” “Did you mean it?” “At the time? Maybe.” He turned his head to look at Robert. “But obviously it was me who needed to get used to the idea of you being bi.” Robert’s broad smile told Liam he’d given the perfect answer—which was fortunate, as it was also the honest one.

For me and my true love will never meet again By the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Fell opportunity that has so often turned saints into sinners could have had no place upon the rocky islet in the lake. The voices of the sisters singing in the choir must have been scarce distinguishable from the lapping of the wavelets on the beach, or blending with them, made up a harmony, as if nature and man were joining in a pantheistic hymn. Nuns may have lived upon the Island with, or without vocation, have eaten out their hearts with longing for their lost world, or, like the Saint of Avila, in mystic ecstasy have striven to be one with the celestial spouse. All this may well have been, but the dim sisterhood has left no record of its passage upon earth, except the name Inch Cailleach, beautiful in its liquid likeness to the sound of the murmuring waves, and the wind sighing in the brackens and the bents.

When [Robert] Jamieson, the editor of the 5th edition of Burt's Letters, was in the Highlands in 1814, he met a savage-looking fellow on the top of Ben Lomond who told him that he had been a guide to the mountain for more than forty years, but now 'a Walter Scott' had spoiled his trade. 'I wish,' said he, 'I had him a ferry over Loch Lomond; I should be after sinking the boat, if I drowned myself into the bargain, for ever since he wrote his Lady of the Lake, as they call it, everybody goes to see that filthy hole, Loch Ketterine. The devil confound his ladies and his lakes!