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Not loneliness, but solitude. Not suffering, but endurance, the discovery of grim kinship with the rocks and sky. And the finding here of a harsh peace that would transcend bodily discomfort, a healing instead of the wounds of the soul.
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Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune-so long as you didn't actually die of it.
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Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you." He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk-clad shoulder. "But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart."
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I feel maybe like you did," he whispered to her, too low to wake her. "When ye came through the stones. Like the world is still there--but it's no the world ye had." He'd swear she hadn't wakened, but a hand came out from the sheets, groping, and he took it. She sighed, long and sleep-laden, and pulled him down beside her. Took him in her arms and cradled him, warm on her soft breasts. "You're the world I have," she murmured, and then her b..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Faith is as powerful a force as science-- but far more dangerous
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Marrying. Oh, God. Buoyed temporarily by port wine and cream lace, I had momentarily managed to ignore the significance of the occasion.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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If ye can stand up, you're not drunk.
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You know historians - can't leave a puzzle alone
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With vivid memories of the last IRS form I had signed, I agreed sympathetically that a two percent tax rate was a positive outrage, wondering to myself just what had become of the fiery spirit of American taxpayers over the intervening two hundred years.
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What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?" he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. "What is what about me?" He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye." --
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The night was cold, and very quiet, as though we were the only two souls in the world.
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As the world turns toward winter and the nights grow long, people begin to wake in the dark. Lying in bed too long cramps the limbs, and dreams dreamt too long turn inward on themselves, grotesque as a Mandarin's fingernails. By and large, the human body isn't adapted for more than seven or eight hours' sleep--but what happens when the nights are longer than that? What happens is the second sleep. You fall asleep from tiredness, soon after ..
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a Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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They do say that God protects fools--but I think even the Almighty will lose patience now and then.
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Damn you, Sassenach!" his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. "Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!"
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He hadn't worn the kilt since Culloden, but his body had not forgotten the way of it.
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He who throws dirt is losing ground,
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We will marry each other.
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I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
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Y cuando mi cuerpo perezca, mi alma todavia sera tuya, Claire. Juro por mi esperanza de ganarme el cielo que no sere separado de ti. Nada se pierde, Sassenach; solo se transforma. -Eso es la primera ley de la termodinamica -dije secandome la nariz. -No -respondio-. Eso es fe.
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Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is, it is a love always of control; one is in charge, the protector, the watcher, the guardian--there is great passion in it, to be sure, but never abandon.
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That's simple. You reason with them, and when you're through, I'll take them out and thrash them.
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No, the fault lies with the artists," Claire went on. "The writers, the singers, the tellers of tales. It's them that take the past and re-create it to their liking. Them that could take a fool and give you back a hero, take a sot and make him a king."
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He shook his head slowly from side to side, as though it were very heavy. I could almost hear the contents sloshing.
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The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past its walls, and thought that, if I reached down, I could feel Adso's soft gray fur under my fingers. I swallowed, hard.
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claire-fraser
loss
memory
nostalgia
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if ye bed wi' a vixen, ye must expect to get bit.
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Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own . . . and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved.
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james-fraser
love
lyrical
time
uncertainty
war
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No hay respuestas, sino elecciones.
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Sassenach," he said against my shoulder, a moment later. "Mm?" "Who in God's name is John Wayne?" "You are," I said. "Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears."
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Ahora se por que los judios y los musulmanes tienen novecientos nombres para denominar a Dios; al amor no le basta con una palabra.
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He tolk both my hands in his, then, and kissed them - the left which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring.. "Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dein mille altera, " I said. Then a thousand more."
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outlander
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There were still choices to be made, decisions to reach, actions to take. Many of them. But in one...single declaration of intent, we stepped across the threshold of war.
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by the assault. Shading his eyes against the dazzle from the window, he peered down into the shadows. "Oh, hallo there, wee dog," he said politely, and took a step forward, knuckles stretched out. Bouton raised the growl a few decibels, and he took a step back. "Oh, like that, is it?" Jamie said. He eyed the dog narrowly. "Think it over, laddie," he advised, squinting down his long, straight nose. "I'm a damn sight bigger than you. I wouldn..
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We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.
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Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully.
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war
warriors
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You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart--and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone."
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Of course I can." He stuck out a rolled tongue and wiggled it, demonstrating, then pulled it back. "Everyone can do that, surely? Ian?" "Oh, aye, of course." Ian obligingly demonstrated. "Anyone can." "I can't," said Brianna. Jamie stared at her, taken aback. "What d'ye mean ye can't?"
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You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go."
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El Tiempo es una de las muchas cosas que la gente atribuye a Dios. Siempre esta ahi, preexistente, y no tiene final. Existe la nocion de que es todopoderoso, puesto que nada puede oponerse al tiempo, ?no es cierto? Ni montanas, ni ejercitos. Y el Tiempo, desde luego, lo cura todo. Con tiempo suficiente, todo se resuelve: todos los dolores se engloban, todas las adversidades desaparecen, todas las perdidas se clasifican. Polvo eres y en polv..
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Never," he said, more softly. "For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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There was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object
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It was not Monsieur Arouet, but a colleague of his--a lady novelist--who remarked to me once that writing novels was a cannibal's art, in which one often mixed small portions of one's friends and one's enemies together, seasoned them with imagination, and allowed the whole to stew together into a savory concoction.
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It ... wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It ... ehm ... well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she's ... pleased." "In bed, you mean." It wasn't a question. "So do men. Sometimes." You idiot! Of all the things you might have said ..."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you."One large hand rose to stroke my hair. "D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?" "Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...'" "I give ye my body, that we may be one," he finished. "Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach,and so have you." He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach."
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