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It's not too late, you know," she said. She smiled, teasing a little tremulously. "You could still back out." "It's been too late for me since the day I saw you," he said gruffly."
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Oh, foisted, is it?" cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. "Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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People are gregarious by necessity. Since the days of the first cave dwellers, humans--hairless, weak, and helpless save for cunning--have survived by joining together in groups; knowing, as so many other edible creatures have found, that there is protection in numbers. And that knowledge, bred in the bone, is what lies behind mob rule. Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years de..
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The sharp scents made my throat ache. I had been up such hillsides before, and smelled these same spring scents. But then the pine and grass scent had been diluted with the smell of petrol fumes from the road below and the voices of day trippers replaced those of the jays. Last time I walked such a path, the ground was littered with sandwich wrappers and cigarette butts instead of mallow blossoms and violets. Sandwich wrappers seemed a reas..
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Queen's knight," he said quietly. "To queen two." It was, he knew, a dangerous opening."
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You learn it when you become a doctor. Not in school--that isn't where you learn, in any case--but when you lay your hands on people and presume to heal them. There are so many there, beyond your reach. So many you can never touch, so many whose essence you can't find, so many who slip through your fingers. But you can't think about them. The only thing you can do--the only thing--is to try for the one who's in front of you. Act as though t..
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EVEN PEOPLE WHO WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN DON'T WANT TO DIE TO GET THERE
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Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" His hand came around to caress my breast. "Even when I've just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Cows?" he asked, "Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?"
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How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?" shouted Rupert"
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away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish
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My love," he whispered. "Oh, my love. I do want ye so."
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Go to bed, Tom," he managed to say. "Don't wake me in the morning. I plan to be dead." --
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Diana Gabaldon |
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It's a terrible thing, to think it might be me that would be the threat, that I could kill you with my love-but it's true.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Sometimes a shadow rises, and death lies nameless in the dark.
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But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?" he whispered."
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I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have."
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A child was a temptation of the flesh, as well as of the spirit; I knew the bliss of that unbounded oneness, as I knew the bittersweet joy of seeing that oneness fade as the child learned itself and stood alone. But I had crossed some subtle line. Whether it was that I was born myself with some secret quota embodied in my flesh, or only that I knew my sole allegiance must be given elsewhere now...I knew. As a mother, I had the lightness now..
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Once a man has lived under arms, I suspect he is marked for life.In fact I have heard it remarked that old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
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What he felt, though, was the echo of her flesh, and the reverberations of their farewell, with all its doubts and pleasures.
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Como andan? -pregunto, pretendiendo demostrar cierta despreocupacion. -?Quienes? ?Te refieres a Brianna y Roger?. -?A que otros, si no? -dijo, dejando a un lado sus pretensiones-. ?Va todo bien entre ellos?. -Creo que si. Se estan acostumbrando de nuevo el uno al otro. -? Lo hacen?. -Si -dije, mirando de reojo a la cabana--Roger acaba de vomitar en la falda de Brianna.
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Anybody messes with the girls, we'll take care of him right smart," the elder Wurm assured Ian. "It's not that hard," the other said honestly. "Break just one of them bastards' noses with a hoe handle and the rest of 'em settle right down."
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Mmphm,
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I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind." Buck's brows rose at that. "Constructed?" he echoed, surprised. "Who builds God?"
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Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's the always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful--because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; ..
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I hold no evil in my heart...This evil does not touch me. More may come, but not this. Not here. Not now.
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Though the Congress will have to approve your appointment," Washington went on, frowning a little, "and there's no guarantee as to what those contentious, shopkeeping sons of bitches will do."
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On the one hand, I did disapprove on principle of torture and cold-blooded murder. On the other ...
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I was sorry that I'd told him, but I had no defenses anymore. I could not lie, even for the best of reasons; there was simply no place to go, nowhere to hide. I felt beset by whispering ghosts, their loss, their need, their desperate love pulling me apart. Apart from Jamie, apart from myself.
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Why d'ye talk to yourself?" "It assures me of a good listener,"
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He had never seen a woman look like that, he thought, fascinated despite his worry for Henry. She had tied back her outrageous hair and wrapped her head carefully in a cloth like a Negro slave woman. With her face so exposed, the delicate bones made stark, the intentness of her expression -- with those yellow eyes darting like a hawk's from one thing to another -- was the most unwomanly thing he had ever seen. It was the look of a general m..
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Feelings aren't truth,
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Mama says the Beardsleys follow her around like dogs, but they don't. They follow her like tame wolves. I thought Ian said it wasn't possible to tame wolves. It isn't.
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Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This child ... is all that will be left of me--ever. I ask ye, Claire--I beg you--see it safe." I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem." --
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It's my fault," I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. "Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen..." I felt a true sorrow for his corruption, and shared a sense of loss for the naive, gallant lad he had been. And yet...what choice had either of us truly had, being who we were? I had had to tell him, and he had had to act on it."
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We come and go from mystery and, in between, we try to forget.
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He went on loving her," she whispered, as much to herself as to anyone else. "He didn't forget her." "Of course he didna forget her." She opened her eyes to see Ian's long face and kind brown eyes six inches away. A broad work-worn hand rested on hers, warm and hard, a hand even larger than her own. "Neither did we," he said."
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I am, madam, Jonathan Randall, Esquire, Captain of His Majesty's Eighth Dragoons. At your service, madam.
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People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet. ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists. Young girls run away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanishe into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be fou..
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He said the greatest thing in a man's life is to lie wi' a woman he loves,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You'll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans," I answered. "Two minutes doesn't deserve any more than a giggle."
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Some were in Gaelic and some in English, used apparently according to which language best fitted the rhythm of the words, for all of them had a beauty to the speaking, beyond the content of the tale itself.
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Quite without thought, he glanced at his left hand, and saw the ghost of the scar at the base of his thumb, the "C" so faded that it was scarcely visible. He had not noticed it or thought of it in years, and felt suddenly as though there was not air enough to breathe."
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Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
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