Mcrae Quotes

Blah, blah, blah, regret to inform you that DI Gray has tendered his resignation; blah, blah, blah; opportunity to reward performance; blah, blah, blah; suggestions by next Wednesday. McPherson had scribbled, "BEATTIE?" in the margin in red biro. Idiot. Logan stuck the memo back in the drawer. Detective Sergeant Beattie couldn't arrest his own backside with three patrol cars and a search warrant.

Finnie kicked a packet of washing powder. "Why am I surrounded by morons? Did I tick the wrong bloody box for room service? I wanted scrambled eggs on toast, but they delivered a family-sized bag of idiots!

Guthrie handed him the mug, a wee pout pulling his pale face out of shape. With his semi-skimmed skin, faint ginger hair, and blond eyebrows he looked like a ghost that had been at the pies. "Milk, two sugars.

The day was dark as a lawyer's soul.

Booze makes brothers like no mothers ever do.

What about Ding-Dong?" "Detective Inspector Bell couldn't find his arse with both hands if you duct-taped them to it. Come on.

Shuki’s wisdom: "Sometimes things happen, and the only choice you have is to accept it, and learn to make a life anyway.

Never underestimate the power of prayer! There is nothing that is impossible to God. Our Lord can heal the sick and work situations out in our life that seem overwhelming to us. In fact, He already knows what you are going to pray for even before you pray. He‟s just waiting to hear from you.

The trouble with Scotland is a bunch of numpties saw Braveheart and now they think if we could only sod about the hills in kilts all day, flashing our arses at the English, somehow everything will be all right.

I know that when it's all done I'll hate you bad in the long run But, somehow, it never ends My heel's on the edge of your bed again, yeah I get obsessive with you All that I want is attention from you Break into my life and break all my rules, it's true

Steel squared her shoulders. "Ladies, and gentlemen, are are no' at home to Mr Fuckup today. Who are we no' at home to?" The response wasn't much more than an embarrassed murmur. "Mr Fuckup." "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! WHO ARE WE NO' AT HOME TO?" Better this time: "Mr Fuckup." "ONE MORE TIME!" They bellowed it out: "WE ARE NOT AT HOME TO MR FUCKUP!" "Damn right we're no'." She smiled, nodded. "Now get out there and catch me those bloody killers.

Where Insch was bald, Steel looked as if someone had sellotaped a Cairn terrier to her head. Rumour had it she was only forty-two, but she looked a lot older. Years of chain smoking had left her face looking like a holiday home for lines and wrinkles.

Once you go demon, it's them that you're needin'.

We serve a mighty God! If God is capable of creating the heavens and the earth, should He not be capable of watching over every aspect of our lives.

WPC Buchan might not know much about art, but she knew what gave her the fucking willies, and these things took the hairy biscuit.

what would you do if i leave and dont come back?

I say this with the utmost respect, especially given your heroism last year …’ She took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze, gazing deep into his eyes. ‘You’re an idiot and no one cares what you think.

Ina stood and shuffled over to the urn on the fireplace. Stroked it with a twisted finger. "How are we supposed to get more consecrated soil, now? Taxi drivers always look at you so strangely when you get in with a shovel and say, 'Take me to the nearest graveyard.

While science can be many things, above all it is a way for our mistake-making, illusion-prone, storytelling brains to compare different methods for describing nature.

That’s the trouble with care in the community – nobody does.

Logan didn’t know which was worse – discovering your husband was a lying, adulterous bastard, or a dismembered corpse.

The recognition of men is fleeting and passes quickly but the love of God for His children remains true throughout our lives.

He is the light in my life and the rock beneath my feet. (Referring to the Lord Jesus)

Racism is a by-product of ignorance,

good with his money, close to his mother

Oh my God, I'm a fool Keep on coming back to you I'm so stupid for you I'm so stupid for you You're so bad for my health But I just can't help myself I'm so stupid for you I'm so stupid for you

The importance of knowing for certain that you have been saved cannot be understated. We do not know how many days, hours, or minutes God has granted us here to have an opportunity to make a choice.

Love doesn't keep to a schedule, and it doesn't respect your time. Sometimes it shows up a year too early, when you have other obligations. Sometimes it comes bumbling through the door to announce to you it had a sweet deal hooked up for you, but it got lost on the way over and now it's gone. And once in a while, and hopefully just once because that's all you really need it to, it shows up right on time, with a dozen roses, and a box of chocolates, just as you're pulling dinner from the oven.

There is an unpopular opinion about “hard,” and the truth is - it’s all relative. What is easy for you now was hard at some point in your past. What is hard for you now should be easier for you at some point in the future. That’s growth, and growth is a choice.

She glanced down to where my cock tented my boxers. “I’d wondered if every part of you was in proportion. I’m glad it’s not just your castle that has an impressive tower.” I fought back a smile. “I’m glad to say I’m not lacking. Either in castle or cock...” - Laird Callum McRae

Apparently I can't prove the chair I'm sitting on exists, because I only think it exists because my bum tells me it does and I can't empirically trust my bum to tell the truth...' 'That what it says?' 'Far as I can tell, one of the great philosophical minds of the eighteenth century thinks my arse is a liar.

It probably didn't help that we kept being taken on holiday to monasteries. Not many kids there, just monks. Although you do find the best reverb in monastic chapels. I have a theory that the religious experience is actually based on reverb - which is why outdoor weddings always seem weird. God isn't in the details, he's in the echo.

My wife was rather surprised when it was the platter that shattered, not my face.” - Zevryn the Everborn

Mr Cameron Anderson was in his mid-twenties and hailed from Edinburgh: which explained why he had a first name like Cameron.

Nah, mostly they’re just students. Bit of weed, bit of booze, bit of studying, bit of pining away in their rooms wondering why nobody wants to shag them.

To spend a day inside her mind and roam throughout the fields, practice rooms, and ball pits of her imagination would be one of my exclusive Genie wishes.

But to be loved despite our flaws is the greatest love of all. It’s the love we all long for.

Should probably do

Niki blurted out the news. “Some joker in Africa has done a heart transplant!” “Jesus . . .” Kantrowitz groaned. He knew who had beaten him. “Barnard!

We never suffered ourselves to go into any important measure without asking Brother Joseph to inquire of the Lord in relation to it. Such was our confidence in him as a Prophet, that when he said "Thus saith the Lord," we were confident it would be as he said; and the more we tried it, the more confidence we had, for we never found his word fail in a single instance. [DHC3:258]

Logan glanced at the clock on the cooker: nearly five minutes fast. The room was bathed in the pale orange glow of the overcast sky, the back garden a jungle of silhouettes and shadows through the window. He filled the kettle, then poured half of it out, before sticking it on to boil. The growing rumble drowned out the babble on his Airwave handset as DI Bell got his firearms team into place.

I can take what I have learned in life and apply it to a race, but I can also take what I learn in a race and apply it to life. Pain is a part of our journey and it takes strength and courage to move forward despite it.

Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier – Chapter three Elastic Heart by Sia – Chapter Nine Paralyzed by NF – Chapter Seventeen Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush – Chapter Twenty You Broke Me First by Tate McRae – Chapter Twenty-three Let Me Down by Jorja Smith and Stormzy – Chapter Twenty-four I Can’t Make You Love Me by Teddie Swims – Chapter Thirty Dancing with a Stranger by Sam Smith – Chapter Thirty-one Demons by Jacob Lee – Chapter Thirty-Three Halo by Beyonce – Chapter Thirty-six Play with

Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like Said James to Red Molly, my hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme And he pulled her on behind And down to Boxhill they did ride Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22 And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running out of road, he was running out of breath But he smiled to see her cry And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52 He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys He said I've got no further use for these I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride

The damned sand got everywhere: in her shoes, in her hair, in her mouth. Even in her ... Well, even in her you-know-what. Christine Smyth despised Egypt. She hated heat. She hated the desert. She hated hookahs and kebabs and overcrowded Cairo city buses. But she especially hated sand.

Scientific literacy is a rather noble ideal. Achieving it, however, is problematic thanks to our tribal brains. If science is equated with knowledge, then communicating facts, figures, and theories should be a way to increase the public’s level of engagement with it. However, this boils down to the authority distributing the information. Who do you listen to when there are conflicting sources? Our brain’s desire for certainty and its tendency to evaluate new information based on social clues means anybody painted as an expert, who sounds confident, shares our values and flatters our expectations, is more likely to win over our opinion...regardless of the scientific merits of their argument.

...When you give someone your heart it is theirs to do with what they please no matter the cost

Your lairdship will do. Or God. Call me that if ye like,” I uttered against her flesh. - Callum McRae

I really believe that if you focus on the bad, you’ll invite bad things into your life. But if you focus on the good, you open yourself up to all the positive things that can happen.

It ain't dyin' I'm talkin' about, it's livin'.

All his earlier restraint was gone. Amelia felt powerful, like a witch having summoned the wind, to be the cause of it. There was a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and his hair was a wild wreck from where she had run her hands through it. She was counting the flecks of gold and green in his eyes, when he closed them and

A country fighting itself to survive is no country,” he continued. “A marriage struggling similarly is no marriage. But we’re on the same side, Amelia, not as chess pieces in the great endless wars that we have too long let define us, but as people. Today isn’t the end of our story. It’s the beginning. I love you, and the only thing that should and can and will be over today is misunderstanding — in our hearts and, in time, throughout our country.

And when we pressed our heads to each other's hearts how did we not hear Carmen McRae singing? In Angela's fisted hands, Billie Holiday staggered past us and we didn't know her name. Nina Simone told us how beautiful we were and we didn't hear her voice.

Being a Falconer is about saving the buggers even if they don't deserve it." - Farlan MacNeil

Quite a few close-knit covens in the area now. Go there, ask for Bunny.” “Bunny?” “Don’t let looks—or her name—fool you,

My paygrade is above appointments. Now let me in, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your whole bar down.” “A canine reference. Cute. I never hear those.

No, I’m serious. I wish you were getting the man of your dreams. I wish he was standing here, getting to see you look like you do, knowing how lucky he is to have you in his life. I wish he was going to stand in front of a group of witnesses and declare how much he loves you and declare himself yours, and you his. I wish he was whisking you away tonight to some lonely cottage on a tropical island where he would show you in mind-numbing passion everything he had proclaimed in words. I wish he’d help you fight all your demons, to build your dreams together, to cherish and love you as you deserve and need to be loved. And to protect you, always protect you. I wish you had a normal life, had a heap load of kids, if that’s what you want, or a puppy named Clover if you don’t. But most of all...” Jerry paused and smacked his palate. “I wish I could be that man.

A small stereo in one corner of the large, brown room pumped out Dr Hook’s greatest hits,

skoofed his way through a tin of Irn-Bru.

guarded by a young PC reading a book. With a guilty jump he stuffed the Ian Rankin under his seat.

If you knew a couple of verses of ‘The Fields of Athenry’, or fancied sporting the

I can’t take any more of that. Let me fuck ye now. I might be rough but I swear to the al-fucking-mighty that I’ll make it good.

She pulled her hand away, revealing silent laughter. Not tears. “I’m fine. I get it, I’m a big girl so you overestimated. Congrats on the muscles.

Track me everywhere. Check on me when ye need to. I want ye to feel safe, and I’ll never have a problem with ye knowing where I am.” He kissed me, going deep. “I intend to feed your obsession. Starting now.

Please hear me out before ye write me off. We’ve been living our love story. I just hadn’t realised it.

I’m in love with you as well,” I told him. “Thank fuck for that.” I lightly elbowed him, peeking up to see his beautiful grin in place. “Say it back.” “I love ye.” “Again.

Was I right? Do you think you have feelings?” “No, shortie. I know it. I’m one hundred percent in love with ye.

This is going to be fast, because if anyone sees us, I’ll die,” she whispered. “I’ll kill them for ye, save any embarrassment.

Fuck. Fine. Ye want to hear it? Here it is. I’m fucking obsessed with ye. I think about ye every minute of the goddamn day, and I dream about ye in the night. You’re always on my mind. I worry where ye are and what you’re doing. I plan around where you’ll be. I don’t want to stop. Aye, I like ye, Daisy Devereux. Now fucking make yourself come and say my name as ye do it.

He could tell me the world was flat and I’d one hundred percent believe him, having faith that the landscapes had changed and he’d noticed before me.

Well, it's not like we've never made a mistake before," she said, then broke off at the look on his face. The hard, harsh, painful look. What did he think she meant? That it was all a mistake? Surely he didn't think that. She'd never wanted anyone but him, but she'd

and silly frills that seemed to belong to another place and time. Rich people's houses, she thought, the knot in her stomach growing a bit tighter. What would anybody with a house like that want with her and Zach and the baby? Zach leaned closer to the window, his nose pressed flat against it, fogging a little circle of glass. "It's almos' Chris'mas. Ever'body has their tree and stuff up." "I know, Zach." There were wreaths on doors and on the old-fashioned black lampposts topped with fancy metal curls, the lights perched delicately on top. There were stars made of bright Christmas lights, even Christmas trees in people's yards. Emma had never seen people go to so much trouble for Christmas. They must have spent hours. And the money... It

Steven Gerrard with Donald McRae MY STORY

Blinking through the fading light and the gently falling snow, she thought for a moment the neighborhood they were driving through looked oddly familiar, though she was sure she'd never been here before.

Rachel, it's been nearly two hours." "Oh." She looked surprised. "I'm sorry.

Many were the years Victoria had spent trying to rid herself of the compassion she felt for those to whom she allotted her blood and imparted her “gifts”. Guilt was not so easily assuaged, it turned out. Proxies rarely survived long after the bonding, if they survived at all. The last held the record at seven years. Now, if Alex survived even seventy years, she would see only the torment her presence had wrought.

You were married?” “Yup. Lovely woman. It was an arranged marriage. Most of them were, back then. But we fell in love anyway. My dad raised livestock, her dad owned the tannery… It was a match made by bovines.

shrunk until she was an inch high and was living inside one of her most prized possessions—a snow globe. It was so beautiful there, inside the big, old, magical-looking house, so warm, so welcoming. Emma could make it snow anytime she wanted with just a turn of her wrist, a bit of magic that never failed to delight Zach and

What?" "To stop. That I didn't want to talk to him. That I wanted him to

don't let me be desperate for the touch of Sam's daughter.

For a moment, Emma thought she might have stepped inside the pages of one of the Christmas books she read to Zach or that maybe she'd shrunk until

Dad fastens his knife jacket before putting his black pea coat on. He’s like a walking armoury. He has two guns on either side of his chest secured in his black shoulder holsters, an array of magazines on his belt and of course the knives. I don’t need to check to know he has two more guns strapped to both his legs. With his dark coat on, dark jeans and boots, and his weapons hidden away, he looks imposing but harmless. Unsuspecting people would never think of him otherwise. He cocks his head. “Too much?” he asks.

Sadly, because of our tribal brains, science carries a hefty cost. Treasured ideas that are loved by the community may be left behind, unable to compete with conflicting observations. Admired heroes may be found to have been mistaken. Years of hard work can amount to nothing thanks to a single observation, making a lifetime of effort seem like a waste of time. For our tribal brain, the philosopher’s toolbox is full of double-edged knives, capable of cutting away our hopes with the myths.

la mayor firma de taxis del mundo, Uber, posee ningún coche. medios más populares del mundoempresa, Facebook, crea ningún contenido. minorista más valiosa del mundo, Alibaba, lleva ninguna acción. Y el mayor proveedor de alojamiento del mundo, Airbnb, posee ninguna propiedad”(Hamish McRae 2015).[

No matter how many times I see The Wizard of Oz, I just can’t convince myself that dead witches are any fun, Riona.

All the better. A demon who can still feel love is the most dangerous and capable kind of all,” Azazel answered. “I’ve learned that much from experience. Passion without penance will make the world burn.

like a good idea at all, once he thought of it. He did it anyway, winding

boy. And somebody had to look out for them. "Tell me

I Think I’m In Love – Kat Dahlia That Part – Lauren Spencer Smith Always Been You – Jessie Murph Say You Won’t Let Go – James Arthur Just The Way You Are – Bruno Mars Rewrite The Stars – Maddi Jane Night Drive – Henry Lose You To Love Me – Selena Gomez Happier – Marshmellow, Bastille Drivers License – Olivia Rodrigo When We Were Young - Adele Hate U Love U – Olivia O’Brien If The World Was Ending – JP Saxe, Julia All Too Well (10 min) Taylor Swift Say Something – A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera You Broke Me First – Tate McRae Demons – Boyce Avenue, Jennel Garcia Figure You Out – Voila Boyfriend – Dove Cameron Too Good At Goodbyes – Sam Smith Mercy – Sawn Mendes Perfect – Ed Sheeran Can I Be Him – James Arthur Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

Theme Song: Greedy – Tate McRae Kill V. Maim – Grimes Chrome Hearted – Jaden Hossler Shameless – Camila Cabello Hypnotic – Zella Day Sweat – Cash Cash (feat. Jenna Andrews) Effortlessly – Madison Beer Let You Down – NF Skeleton Sam – LVCRFT self sabotage – Maggie Lindemann End of the World – bludnymph Sand – Dove Cameron Agora Hills – Doja Cat Got Me Obsessed – Jade LeMac cardigan – Taylor Swift Save Myself – Ashe Ghost – Justin Bieber Siren – amelia milo Don’t Deserve You – Plumb Dynasty – Miia Out of the Woods – Taylor Swift Better Off (Alone, Pt. III) – Alan Walker, Dash Berlin & Vikkstar miss u – Josh Makazo

Champagne Coast” - Blood Orange “Rebel (if I lie)” - Eli Rose “affection” - BETWEEN FRIENDS “Monster” - Shawn Mendes & Justin Bieber “that way” - Tate McRae “Bitter” - FLETCHER, Kito “Streets” - Doja Cat “Daddy Issues” - The Neighbourhood “Miss Summer” - ODIE “sex money feelings die” - Lykke

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Eres una auténtica McRae. Una luchadora. Y aunque no volveré a repetir estas palabras delante de ti, necesito decirte que te quiero más que a mi vida porque siempre has sido y serás mi único y verdadero amor.

Good boy. And while you’re about tonight, go see if they’ve done a post mortem on that bloody dog yet. And don’t spend all night in the arms of some prozzie down the docks. I’m not signing off any expense form with “blowjobs” on it.

Let them go my arse, those two are guilty as … bloody hell, mayonnaise…’ She wiped at the front of her blouse, smearing the glob of shiny white into the black material. ‘Look like fuckin’ Monica Lewinski… Anyway, we’ve got them on camera at the hospital. Jamie’ll cop to them forcing that crack up his bum, or we’ll do him for dealing.’ She rubbed at her blouse again. ‘You got any napkins?

If you wanna go ahead and lie to me Throw it all out now, that's fine with me, If I'm not enough for you, honestly I hope you don't come back When you see that I'm better off When you're all broke down and you're missing us When you finally figure out just what you lost I hope you don't come back

I won't lie, I thought I might die I couldn't even sleep at all And maybe I'll get used to it But right now I just feel like shit

I spun in circles, jumped on furniture, and tried not to raise my voice too much but added a lot of silly voices and emphasis. All for the woman I love, to see that glistening smile, those darling dimples that best me every time.

I’ve slowly become more aware that when you’re in the presence of your person, time is warped in wicked ways.

Screw the security deposit!