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For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. But the bold face above the lace was the same, older now, but wiser with it--yet the tilt of his shining head and the set of the wide, firm mouth, the slanted clear cat-eyes that looked into my own, were just the same. Here was a man who had always known his worth.
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It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important. I could see, perhaps, how one could draw back a little, seek some respite in the contemplation of an endless Being, whatever one conceived its nature to be.
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Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with the scars of sacrifice and labor. Marked also with the signs of my love, the crude repairs done in pain and desperation. Blood of my blood, bone of my bone ...
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Your face is my heart, Sassenach," he said softly, "and love of you is my soul. But you're right; ye canna be my conscience."
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You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.
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love
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Jamie was a much a sponge as his grandson, I reflected, watching him rootle about, completely naked and totally unconcerned about it. He took in everything, and seemed able to deal with whatever came his way, no matter how familiar or foreign to his experience. Anything he could not defeat, outwit, or alter, he simply accepted-rather like the sponge and its embedded shell. Pursuing the analogy further, I supposed I was the shell. Snatched o..
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Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?
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Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?" he whispered. "I am," she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but hard enough for him to feel the hurt of it. "And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death--and to be without thee is what I fear most."
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He was pressing himself against the wall as though trying to get through it by osmosis.
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But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it. So.
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I mean to take my time about it, aye?
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Blood of my blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always,"
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I flapped my hand, dismissing the matter of outlawry as a minor consideration, compared to the whole monstrous idea. I had one last try. "Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door. "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing," he said. The door closed softly..
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I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit--not yet--but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you."
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When you kissed me like that well maybe you weren't so sorry to be marrying me after all.
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My grandsire,' Jamie observed evenly, 'has by all reports got a character that would enable him to hide conveniently behind a spiral staircase.
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She supposed that it it perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking
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Facing something down doesn't mean you aren't afraid of it," I said dryly. "Usually quite the opposite."
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When a man dies, it's only him," he said. "And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman ..." His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. "A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is ... infinite possibility."
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Jemmy won't get to go to Disneyland--but he'll have that. A family that laughs--and millions of little lights in the trees.
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After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
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eternity
weeks
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My first coherent thought was, "It's raining. This must be Scotland."
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You're real," he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face."
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If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait."
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Is it true--that I won't forget?" He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. "Aye, that's true," he said softly. "But it's true, too, that it willna matter after a time."
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There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire--except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.
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He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers. "You're back," I said, rather inanely. "I am, and there are Indians just behind me," he said, clutching my bottom with both hands and rasping his whiskers fervently against my cheek. "God, what I'd give for a quarter of an hour alone wi' ye, Sassenach!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
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No, my Sassenach", he said softly. "Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I have done to you. Look at me."
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I have lived through war, and lost much. I know what's worth the fight, and what is not. Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too. And that, O kinsman, is why a woman has broad hips; that bony basin will harbor a man and his child alike. A man's life springs from his woman's bones, and in her blood is his honor christened. For the sake of love alone, would I walk through fire ag..
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I, ah, I wasn't expecting--" I said idiotically. Brianna gave me a grin to match her father's, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" "What?" said Jamie blankly."
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I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear
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Now, then. What does 'fucking' mean?
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Je t'aime, it said: I love you. Un peu, beaucoup, passionnement, pas du tout: A little, a lot, passionately--not at all.
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Joy. Fear. Fear, most of all." His hand came up and smoothed my curls away from his nose "I havena been afraid for a verra long time, Sassenach," he whispered. "But now I think I am. For there is something to be lost, now." Page 394"
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That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.
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best-thing
comfort
jamie-fraser
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Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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If God makes man in His image, we all return the favor.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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And you know bloody well that you mostly cant help them anyway; they've got to do it--or not--themselves.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach" he whispered in my air. "But would ye like a bit of help we that?"
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