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Je suis Prest
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Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank"--his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it--"and of course ye love Brianna and Roger Mac and the weans ... but, Sassenach--I am the true home of your heart, and I know that."
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And what's wrong wi' the way ye smell?' he said heatedly. 'At least ye smelt like a woman, not a damn flower garden. What d'ye think I am, a man or a bumblebee? Would ye wash yourself, Sassenach, so I can get within less than ten feet of ye?
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jamie-fraser
outlander
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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 young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.
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but there came a point when one abandoned hope for faith, and trusted fate for charity.
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The mountains had their own time, and a wise man did not try to hurry them.
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But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face; It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists; It is in his walk, the carraige of his next, the flex of his waist and knees--dress does not hide him; The strong, sweet supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton and flannel; To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more; You linger to see his back, and the ba..
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I put a hand up to cup his cheek, warm and lightly stubbled. I didn't fool myself that this was paradise or even a refuge from the war - wars tended not to stay in one place but moved around, much in the manner of cyclones and even more destructive where they touched down. But for however long it lasted, this was home, and now was peace.
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This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.
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I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help." "Not in having no one for whom to care?" Fraser paused before answering; he might have been weighing the position of the pieces on the table. "That is emptiness," he said at last, softly. "But no great burden"
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It was possible to leave things behind--places, people, memories--at least for a time. But places held tight to the things that had happened in them, and to come again to a place you had once lived was to be brought face-to-face with what you had done there and who you had been.
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We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
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These were people like that. The ones that cared so terribly much - enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but they don't care so greatly.
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Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning are the snares that trip our feet.
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Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now."
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Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head with an oar. Now I was back to tenderness.
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but, like many ideas, that one was more appealing in concept than in execution
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There's nay shame to ha' fallen in battle, mo caraidh," he said softly. "The greatest of warriors may be overcome."
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Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye--I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!"
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Does your knee still hurt, Sassenach?" he asked, seeing me rub it. It hadn't ever quite recovered from being strained during our adventures on the Pitt, and climbing stairs provoked it. "Oh, just part of the general decline," I said, trying to make a joke of it. I flexed my right arm, gingerly, feeling a twinge in the elbow. "Things don't bend quite so easily as they used to. And other things hurt. Sometimes I think I'm falling apart." Jami..
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Roger became aware, in a subliminally marital way, that his wife was disgruntled at the thought of being left behind to organize the harvest-a filthy, exhausting job at the best of times-whilst he frolicked with a squad of his co-religionists in the romantically exciting metropolis of Cross Creek, population two hundred.
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Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels," she said judiciously. "Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks." "Thus sayeth a Fraser," I remarked. "The Carmichaels must be something special in that line."
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I leaned back on my elbows and basked in the warming spring sun. There was a curious peace in this day, a sense of things working quietly in their proper courses, nothing minding the upsets and turmoils of human concerns. Perhaps it was the peace that one always finds outdoors, far enough away from buildings and clatter. Maybe it was the result of gardening, that quiet sense of pleasure in touching growing things, the satisfaction of helpin..
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Not the historians. No, not them. Their greatest crime is that they presume to know what happened, how things come about, when they have only what the past chose to leave behind--for the most part, they think what they were meant to think, and it's a rare one that sees what really happened, behind the smokescreen of artifacts and paper.
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The first evening in an inn, though, I had remained awake for a good half-hour, fascinated by the remarkable variety of noises the male respiratory apparatus could produce. An entire dormitory full of student nurses couldn't come close.
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Do me the one favor, Sassenach," he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. "Take a larger fan."
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I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "If it was a sin for you to choose me ... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it." He lifted my foot and gently kissed the tip of my big"
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That's what he got for neglecting his work to go on wild-goose chases to impress a girl
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And when I'd lost him this time, to the sea, I'd remembered the sense of him beside me, warm and solid in my bed, and the rhythm of his breathing. The light across the bones of his face in moonlight and the flush of his skin in the rising sun. I could hear him breathe when I lay in bed alone in my room at Chestnut Street -- slow, regular, never stopping -- even though I knew it HAD stopped. The sound would comfort me, then drive me mad with..
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What, she's taken the hairs off her honeypot?" he said, horrified into uncharacteristic vulgarity."
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while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty stomach was a walking time bomb.
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You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert," Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey's face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. "Every word. Every motion. Everything." Grey got just enough breath to answer. "No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me."
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Hodie mihi cras tibi. Sic transit gloria mundi.
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When I'd lost him the first time, before Culloden, I'd remembered. Every moment of our last night together. Tiny things would come back to me through the years: the taste of salt on his temple and the curve of his skull as I cupped his head; the soft fine hair at the base of his neck, thick and damp in my fingers ... the sudden, magical well of his blood in dawning light when I'd cut his hand and marked him forever as my own. Those things h..
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It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not survive the passage back to daily life. Each time, the passage became more difficult.
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In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the British army being exterminated in battle, versus himself experiencing a "personal interview" with Richard Caswell, though, he rather thought Olivia and the King had best look to their own devices."
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Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking.
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You're the world I have," she murmured, and then her breathing changed, and she took him down with her into safety."
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My Da says you're never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor.
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The past is gone--the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
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Because, Sassenach," he said, very dryly indeed, "when ye're a man, a good bit of what ye have to do is to draw up lines and fight other folk who come over them. Your enemies, your tenants, your children--your wife. Ye canna always just strike them or take a strap to them, but when ye can, at least it's clear to everyone who's in charge."
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A good marriage is one of the most precious gifts from God,
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The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled--yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Sometimes twenty years seemed like an instant, and sometimes it seemed like a very long time indeed.
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