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As I came up from the galley, the sun was going down into the ocean in a blaze that paved the western sea with gold like the streets of Heaven. I stopped for a moment, just a moment, transfixed by the sight. It had happened many times before, but it always took me by surprise. Always in the midst of great stress, wading waist-deep in trouble and sorrow, as doctors do, I would glance out a window, open a door, look into a face, and there it ..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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If your head thinks up mischief, your backside's going to pay for it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9c2c3fd
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Idleness would have seemed not only a sign of moral decay, but an affront to the natural order of things.
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kissing
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Diana Gabaldon |
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f73e8ea
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Fraser nodded casually toward Twelvetrees. "Is there anything ye want me to beat out of him?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I can hear. Hear them. It. Don't you hear?" It was a struggle to speak, to form coherent thoughts. The call here was different; not the beehive sound of Craigh na Dun, but a hum like the vibration of the air following the striking of a great bell. I could feel it ringing in the long bones of my arms, echoing through pectoral girdle and spine. Jamie"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Had it really happened, that memory? Or was it only his desire that now and then brought her so vividly to life, in snatched moments that left him desperate with longing but strangely comforted, as though she had in fact touched him briefly?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0a42da5
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Jesus H. Christ!" I exclaimed. I felt it again, unbelieving, but there it was. "You always said your head was solid bone, and I'll be damned if you weren't right. She shot you point-blank, and the bloody ball bounced off your skull!" Jamie,"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever." He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna's shoulder. Roger"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b28d4e9
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Some people can leave their bodies and travel miles away," she said, staring meditatively at the page. "Other people see them out wandering, and recognize them, and ye can bloody prove they were really tucked up safe in bed at the time. I've seen the records, all the eyewitness testimony. Some people have stigmata ye can see and touch--I've seen one. But not everybody. Only certain people." She"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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A standing cock is quite blind, my dear," he said at last, eyes still shut. "Surely you know that, physician that you are."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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649589a
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Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. "The grave's a fine and private place/But none, I think, do there embrace."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ba2a55b
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You are my baby, and always will be. You won't know what that means until you have a child of your own, but I tell you now, anyway--you'll always be as much a part of me as when you shared my body and I felt you move inside. Always. I can look at you, asleep, and think of all the nights I tucked you in, coming in the dark to listen to your breathing, lay my hand on you and feel your chest rise and fall, knowing that no matter what happens, ..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do--but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, "--but far more dangerous."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Tu esti curajul meu, asa cum eu sunt constiinta ta, mi-a soptit. Tu esti inima mea, iar eu, compasiunea ta. Singuri, nu suntem intregi. Nu stiai asta, englezoaico?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whisky eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.
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love
fierycross
clairefraser
jamiefraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I said I was a virgin, not a monk," he said, kissing me again. "If I find I need guidance, I'll ask."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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of Jamie. God, how could I do it? Leave him
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I'm none so brave as I was before, ken?" he said very softly. "Not brave enough to live without ye anymore."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Shell shock, they said in the First World War. Battle fatigue, in the Second. It's what happens when you live through things you shouldn't have been able to live through and can't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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When a slave must be executed, the slaves from those plantations nearby are brought to watch; a deterrent, aye? against future ill-considered action." "Indeed," Jamie said politely. "I believe that was the Crown's notion in executing my grandsire on Tower Hill after the Rising. Verra effective, too; all my relations have been quite well behaved since." I had lived long enough among Scots to appreciate the effects of that little jab. Jamie m..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. Silent, too, but not like the stars. Falling snow whispered secrets to itself. "And you are a fanciful idiot," he said outloud."
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winter
stars
snow
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Quite suddenly she understood the impulse that caused men to engage in casual blasphemy.
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wry-humor
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A man should pay tribute to your body," he said softly... "For you are beautiful, and that is your right."
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outlander
voyager
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Diana Gabaldon |
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The dark came down on All Hallows' Eve. We went to sleep to the sound of howling wind and pelting rain, and woke on the Feast of All Saints to whiteness and large soft flakes falling down and down in absolute silence. There is no more perfect stillness than the solitude in the heart of a snowstorm. This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery. The sk..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I have lived through a fucking world war," I said, my voice low and venomous. "I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!" My voice was rising, but I was helpless to stop it. "And now should I be shattered because some wretched, pathetic excuses for men stuck their nasty little appendages between my leg..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an open admission of helplessness on the part of any male within their sphere of influence.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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All over the clearing, the same thing was happening; the women gave not an inch, but their men stepped out before them. Anyone coming into the clearing would think that the women had melted into invisibility, leaving an implacable phalanx of Scotsmen staring down the glen.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I have yearned always," he said softly, "for love given and returned; have spent my life in the attempt to give my love to those who were not worthy of it. Allow me this: to give my life for the sake of one who is."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6179a6e
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A party at which the guests are all of the beautiful persuasion tends to be dull indeed, as they have no conversation that does not pertain to themselves. A successful gathering requires a number of the ill-favored but clever. The beautiful are but ornaments--desirable, but dispensable.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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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highlands
sassenach
diana-gabaldon
jamiefraser
outlander
scotland
historical-romance
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Diana Gabaldon |
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But for the hours of the night, I was helpless; powerless to move as a dragonfly in amber.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton's had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who thought tea made from loose leaves messy and disgusting.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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81892d6
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Nothing is lost ... only changed.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You alone, hold all my heart, whole in your hands. And you know that.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Och, I want them frightened of me, Sassenach. It's the only way I'll have a chance of bringing them out of it alive.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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 this one patient is the only person in the world--because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to d..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Wait, let me get that down. Primum: save...men. Secundo: do not...drop...weapon. Tertio--what's the third thing on this list?" "Suck my prick," Grey said rudely. "Ass." Percy promptly flipped the sketchbook shut and came toward him, eyes brighter still. "Wait! I didn't mean it!" "Just following orders," Percy murmured, pinning him to the bed with a deft knee on his thigh, and getting a hand on his flies. "Sir."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You know Mountgerald, the big house at the end of the High Street? There's a ghost there, a workman on the house who was killed as a sacrifice for the foundation. In the eighteenth century sometime; that's really fairly recent," he added thoughtfully."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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My father told me never to take advantage of a woman who was the worse for drink," he said. He had stopped squirming, but now started again, slower, as though he couldn't help himself. "I'm not worse, I'm better," I assured him. "Besides--" I executed a slow, sinuous squirm of my own. "I thought he said you weren't drunk if you could find your arse with both hands." He eyed me appraisingly. "I hate to tell ye, Sassenach, but it's not your a..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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7176b97
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He had enough experience in the business of prayer to recognize an answer when it showed up, though, however unwelcome.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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aca27d1
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it does not escape me that one can wield Sword or Musket only upon one Enemy at a time, while Words may be employed upon any Number.
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Diana Gabaldon |