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16627b4
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That is what God is for. Worry doesna help--prayer does. Sometimes,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b55ac78
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Nice clothes are all very well, but if gossip and scheming and worry and silly parties and tiny rules of etiquette go with them ... no. I'd as soon live in my shift and say what I like.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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8588f6e
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If I were marooned here till it suited my overbearing, domineering, pig-headed jackass of a husband to finish risking his stupid neck, I'd use the time to see what I could spot.
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diana-gabaldon
jamie-fraser
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Men are made in God's image, or so I am told. Likewise that we differ from the animals in having reason. Reason, therefore, must plainly be a characteristic of the Almighty, quod erat demonstrandum. Is it reasonable, then, to create men whose very nature-- clearly constructed and defined by yourself-- is inimical to your own laws and must lead inevitably to destruction? Whatever would be the point of that? Does it not strike you as a most c..
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god
homosexuality
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ec7727d
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One never stops to think what underlies romance. Tragedy and terror, transmuted by time. Add a little art in the telling, and voila! a stirring romance, to make the blood run fast and maidens sigh.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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45ebca7
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My God, he thought, I'm going to die before I've been born.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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715935a
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I was dead, my Sassenach - and yet all that time, I loved you.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d0e15ab
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Feel my heart," he said. His voice sounded thick to his own ears. "Tell me if it stops."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a819263
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Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that," I said, and my voice shook. "That's why I'm so afraid. I don't want to be half a person again, I can't bear it."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c83561b
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I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconsciousness knowing. A throwback of some kind, I thought. In older, more primitive times, it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple slee..
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trust
truth
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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4d2f88f
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There's no place on earth with more of the old superstitions and magic mixed into its daily life than the Scottish Highlands.
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scotland
scottish
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Diana Gabaldon |
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41ed01f
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There is no more perfect stillness than the solitude in the heart of a snowstorm.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6a0bbc8
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I didn't know what it was about red hair, but many years' experience with Jamie, Brianna, and Jemmy had taught me that while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty stomach was a walking time bomb.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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222d4c3
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But the future reaches out to us, as does the past, and all times are the present.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9ba59bd
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My father always said that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c98b31b
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If it was killing-and it was- then I thought it not murder, but a justifiable homicide, undertaken in desperate self defense.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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824f876
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Testosterone poisoning,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e7afd5b
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I love you," he murmured. "Oh, Bree, I do love you." She didn't answer, but a hand floated up from the dark and lay along his cheek, gentle as a tendril of seaweed. She kept it there while he took her, laid open in trust, while her other hand held his beating heart."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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447da7f
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They're girls," she replied briefly. "They were born in danger and will live their lives in that condition, regardless of circumstance."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6f43029
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Ye must always give money for a new blade," he explained, half smiling. "So it kens ye for its owner, and willna turn on ye."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since the first time I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your hands here and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9df501e
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And a long time," he said. "I am a jealous man, but not a vengeful one. I would take you from him, my Sassenach--but I wouldna take him from you."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He stood for a moment, bereavement a sudden, small tear in his soul.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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adcad91
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The truth is always of use, madonna," he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. "It has the value of rarity, you know."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9f193cd
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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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spirit
nature-of-man
healing
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b733343
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Owls are keepers of the dead, but not just the dead. They're messengers between worlds.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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f0c83cb
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His mouth tightened up and he says, 'I thought this was the young man who only a week past was shouting that he wasn't afraid to die. Surely a man who's not afraid to die isn't afraid of a few lashes?' and he gives Jamie a poke in the belly wi' the handle of the whip. "Jamie met Randall's eye straight on then, and said, 'No, but I'm afraid I'll freeze stiff before ye're done talking."
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How to tell her in words, then, what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget--and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ea5b51e
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Your aunt's a handsome woman, Fraser, but she could freeze the ballocks off the King o' Japan, and she wanted to.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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A fistula is a passage between two things that ought never to be joined and is, generally speaking, a bad thing.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2634a18
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But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says "I am," and forms the core of personality."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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672abcd
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But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ec8b05f
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It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.' So he'd take me to the barn and knock me into the straw until I learned to hit back.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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As we reached the turning of the hall, Randall spoke behind us. "Jamie," he said. The voice was hoarse with shock, and held a note halfway between disbelief and pleading. Jamie stopped then, and turned to look at him. Randall's face was a ghastly white, with a small red patch livid on each cheekbone. He had taken off his wig, clenched in his hands, and sweat pasted the fine dark hair to his temples. "No." The voice that spoke above me was s..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Not wi' child yet?" she demanded. "Raspberry leaves, that's the thing. Steep a handful wi' rosehips and drink it when the moon's waxing, from the quarter to the full. Then when it wanes from the full to the half, take a bit o' barberry to purge your womb." "Oh," I said, "well--" "I'd a bit of a favor to ask his lairdship," the old lady went on. "But as I see he's a bit occupied at present, I'll tell you about it." "All right," I agreed weak..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2fe279b
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All mankind is of one author," he said slowly, " and is one volume. When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated. Then there are bits I havena got by heart, but I liked this one: The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth"--and his hand squeezed mine gently--"and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a7a918c
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Yes, but--" I began. "So"--he said authoritatively, holding up a finger to hush me--"if you have been deprived of your earlier life, perhaps it is only that God has seen fit to bless you with another, that may be richer and fuller."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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506896f
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Catholics don't believe in divorce," Bree had informed him once. "We do believe in murder. There's always Confession, after all."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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74b86c9
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Thou goest home this night to thy home of winter, To thy home of autumn, of spring, and of summer; Thou goest home this night to thy perpetual home, To thine eternal bed, to thine eternal slumber. Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy sorrow, Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy sorrow, Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy sorrow, Sleep, thou beloved, in the Rock of the fold. The shade of death lies upon thy face, beloved, But the Jesus of g..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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89524ea
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Who needed the relief of occasional bad language more than a mother of small children? Maybe
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a24ff8c
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Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicion that a just Providence, seeing the DeVanes so well endowed with physical beauty, had determined that there was no reason to spoil the work by adding intelligence to the mix.
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humor
lord-john
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