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492084c
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It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.
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romance
love
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Diana Gabaldon |
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40a8b6b
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Why, what's the matter wi' the poor child?" she demanded of Jamie. "Has she had an accident o' some sort?" "No, it's only she's married me," he said, "though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may."
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mrs-fitzgibbons
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Diana Gabaldon |
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74eb2c4
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We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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58a98dc
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I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. '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 first I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your two hands here, and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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5169902
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Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second you've spent in another man's bed!
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a2c811b
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Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart."
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humor
jamie-fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d04ecf1
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You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b9ddc35
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It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
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seasonal
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d5cfe92
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Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c1079a8
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I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again." "As for my pleasure..." His lip twitched. "I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it." He crooked a finger at me. "Come here."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c899864
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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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love
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e052083
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For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you... I have no name."
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identity
love
jamie-fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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8690574
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This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both - it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d605cd8
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And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you." The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine. "Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics,..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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22d338d
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Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e9b0caf
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but Sassenach--I am the true home of your heart, and I know that." He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard-stubble soft on my fingers. "I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach--but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands," he said softly. "And you know that."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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8be5fd8
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All right you bloody Scottish bastard, lets see how stubborn you really are.
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outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e19dcca
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Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's 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; and u..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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7cca2a6
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Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children."
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claire-fraser
jamie-fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0cd2f0a
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The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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39bae91
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An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time
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Diana Gabaldon |
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277b97b
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When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'--ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."
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jammf
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Diana Gabaldon |
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265e9ae
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Gentle he would be, denied he would not.
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time-travel
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Diana Gabaldon |
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798edc2
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That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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69fd7f5
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Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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1eaf79d
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All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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bc262f2
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Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence. "och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hea..
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jamie-fraser
drunk
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Diana Gabaldon |
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47bfa20
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No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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82d96ed
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Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me." --
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Diana Gabaldon |
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4dacc48
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Jaime," I said softly, "are you happy about it? About the baby?" Outlawed in Scotland, barred from his own home, and with only vague prospects in France, he could pardonably have been less than enthused about acquiring an additional obligation. He was silent for a moment, only hugging me harder, then sighed briefly before answering. "Aye, Sassenach," His hand stayed downward, gently rubbing my belly. "I'm happy. And proud as a stallion. But..
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claire-fraser
jamie-fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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f2c4975
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Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
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library
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Diana Gabaldon |
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33e7197
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Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?
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right-person
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Diana Gabaldon |
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dd9d08d
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For if you feel for me as i do for you - then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2dfe71f
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Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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045d01d
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You'll lie wi' me now," he said quietly. "And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b8dda44
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For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d796623
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Do ye want me?" he whispered. "Sassenach, will ye take me - and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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aaf6432
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He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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617d783
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Sassenach, I've been stabbed, bitten, slapped, and whipped since supper - which I didna get to finish. I dinna like to scare children an I dinna like to flog men, and I've had to do both. I've two hundred English camped three miles away, and no idea what to do about them. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm sore. If you've anything like womanly sympathy about ye, I could use a bit!
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Diana Gabaldon |
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3e7fee7
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You're mine, mo duinne," he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no." I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper. "Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul." I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached ..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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983d8a5
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While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6924709
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We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c706da7
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Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha' been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9514a4b
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I gave you justice, it said, as I was taught it. And I gave you mercy , too, so far as I could. While I could not spare you pain and humiliation, I make you a gift of my own pains and humiliations, that yours might be easier to bear.
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Diana Gabaldon |