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Aye, I see. Aye well, I suppose if I shall be in Scotland, and still married to you--then maybe 'when' doesna matter so much.
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the greylag mate for life? If ye kill a grown goose, hunting, ye must always wait, for the mate will come to mourn. Then ye must try to kill the second, too, for otherwise it will grieve itself to death, calling through the skies for the lost one.
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Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out."
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I was crying for joy, my Sassenach," he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. "And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you."
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We believe the light of Christ is present in all men--though in some cases, perceiving it is somewhat difficult,
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I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe.
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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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Perhaps it was only that the sense of reaching out to something larger than yourself gives you some feeling that there is something larger--and there really has to be, because plainly you aren't sufficient to the situation. I surely wasn't. Ian
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I am a Highlander," Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. "And I am the sire of Americans."
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Those who are led of the spirit to follow a different path, let us say," she said, a little tersely. "And, no, they wouldn't. But the point I am making is that when such a group breaks away over some point of doctrine, they are inclined to cling even more rigorously to the rest of their beliefs and be more fierce even than the original group." Ian"
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There is a great difference between those phenomena which are accepted on faith, and those which are proved by objective determination, though the cause of both may be equally 'rational' once known. And the chief difference is this: that people will treat with disdain such phenomena as are proved by the evidence of the senses, and commonly experienced--while they will defend to the death the reality of a phenomenon which they have neither s..
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The long lids of her eyes closed halfway, like a basking cat's, but the smile remained on that wide, soft mouth--those lips that hurt, then healed. The light glowed in her skin, bronzed the tiny brown mole beneath her right ear. He could have watched her forever, but the match was burning low. Just before the flame touched his fingers, she leaned forward and blew it out. And in the smoke-wisped dark, whispered in his ear, "The heart of her ..
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Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame for many things, it was not to blame for everything. Nor was harm all that had come of it.
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Mmphm," he said. "Hell of a choice, there. A stick up the cock, or a finger up the backside, eh?"
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Ci sono cose che io non posso dire a te, almeno non ancora. E non insistero affinche tu mi riveli i tuoi segreti. Pero ti chiedo questo: quando mi dici qualcosa, fa che sia la verita. E io ti prometto di fare lo stesso. Tra noi per ora non c'e nulla, tranne...il rispetto, forse. E penso che nel rispetto possa esserci spazio per i segreti, ma non per le bugie. Sei d'accordo?
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But when I lay wi' Emily--from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again." He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. "My soul didna wander while I slept--when I slept wi' her."
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Toi d'abord. - Non, toi. - Pourquoi ? - J'ai peur. - Peur de quoi Sassenach ? - De ne plus pouvoir m'arreter de le dire. Il lanca un regard vers la ligne d'horizon ou se levait la faucille de la lune. - C'est bientot l'hiver et les nuits rallongent, mo duinne. Serree contre lui, je sentais son coeur battre. - Je t'aime.
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Now is the time when we reenter the womb of the world, dreaming the dreams of snow and silence. Waking to the shock of frozen lakes under waning moonlight and the cold sun burning low and blue in the branches of the ice-cased trees, returning from our brief and necessary labors to food and story, to the warmth of firelight in the dark. Around a fire, in the dark, all truths can be told, and heard, in safety. I pulled on my woolen stockings,..
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can tell you that nobody knows what being married's going to be like until you find yourself in the midst of it.
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There were moments, of course. Those small spaces of time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, when both and neither surround you.
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Still, as the Mass went on, things seemed more normal; there were Bible readings, quite familiar, and then the accustomed descent into the vaguely pleasant boredom of a sermon, in which the inevitable Christmas annunciations of "peace," "goodwill," and "love" rose to the surface of his mind, tranquil as white lilies floating on a pond of words."
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If ever you find yourself in the midst of paradox, you can be sure you stand on the edge of truth," his adoptive father had told him once. "You may not know what it is, mind," he'd added with a smile. "But it's there."
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Dinna be afraid. There's the two of us now.
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There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think--but not for lies.
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To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct.
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Did ye know that the silkies put aside their skins when they come ashore, and walk like men? And if ye find a silkie's skin and hide it, he--or she--" he added, fairly, "canna go into the sea again, but must stay with ye on the land."
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Comment sont vos selles, grandpere? - Germain to Jamie.
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I was in the heart of chaos, and no power of mind or body was of use against it.
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Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child.
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make a difference? An instant's panic, as she tried to visualize
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Mmphm," I said, sounding self-consciously Scottish."
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God kens well enough that boys need to be smacked, or he'd no fill them sae full o' the de'il.
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Sassenach?
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And his release began, deep inside me, without his moving, shivering through his body so that his arms trembled, the ruddy hairs quivering in the dim light, and he dropped his head with a sound like a sob, his hair hiding his face as he spilled himself, each jerk and pulse of his flesh between my legs rousing an echo in my own.
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Not that my watching out was likely to do a lot of good, I thought; every second man on the dock looked like an assassin to me.
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To the taste of breasts like apricots, the warm scent of a woman's navel when she wakens in the winter, the warmth of a mound that fills your hand like a peach, split with ripeness.
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A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the sound of the resultant crack.
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Mmphm. Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we."
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well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional advancement goes.
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You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as ye love me."
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But then, I didn't think I'd tell them you were here." "What makes you think they don't know?" I asked, beginning to feel rather hollow, despite my earlier resolve to brazen it out. I cast a quick glance at the window, but"
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Claire's hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them and give it shape, would hand Jamie her thoughts as she spoke them, smooth and polished objects, bits of sculptured air.
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exposure to a two-year-old boy was probably the best possible object lesson in the dangers of motherhood,
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The man that takes her in unholy embrace will have his privates blasted like a frostbitten apple," he said, with relish, "and his soul will burn forever in hell." He bared his teeth at his grandfather, and drew back his hand. "Like this." The beechwood teeth landed in the midst of the fire with a plop, and at once began to sizzle."
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