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You are beautiful," he whispered to me. "If you say so." "Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?" "That's not what I mean. I mean--if you say it, then it's true. You make it true."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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92eb0c7
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I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c956a42
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Some enterprising rabbit had dug its way under the stakes of my garden again. One voracious rabbit could eat a cabbage down to the roots, and from the looks of things, he'd brought friends. I sighed and squatted to repair the damage, packing rocks and earth back into the hole. The loss of Ian was a constant ache; at such moments as this, I missed his horrible dog as well. I had brought a large collection of cuttings and seeds from River Run..
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humor
jamie-fraser
nature
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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393593c
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You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2284f4a
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You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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70e2a18
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I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful? Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.
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ireland
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c44ad43
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Jamie," I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. "Bloody Christ," I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. "Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e5fdab3
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I may be out of bed, but I'm in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I've had a cup of tea.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d13c6e4
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So now it's space and time," he said. "You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?" "All the time," she said dryly, "on the BBC. And don't think I wouldn't sell my soul for a TARDIS."
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doctor-who
tardis
time-travel
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Diana Gabaldon |
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67baf88
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He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly. "Yes?" "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something?" I hid my smile in my teacup. "I'll take good care of them," I promised. "I always do, don't I?"
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the-fiery-cross
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a157208
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still I dinna expect anything to happen to me. But if it should...If it does, then I want there to be a place for you; I want someone for you to go to if I am...not there to care for you. If it canna be me, then I would have it be a man who loves you.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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3edc145
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Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I." He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. "Brianna," he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9c3824a
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It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.
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myth
root
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Diana Gabaldon |
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be82fbf
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He leaned close, rubbing his bearded cheek against my ear. 'And how about a sweet kiss, now, for the brave lads of the clan MacKenzie? Tulach Ard!' Erin go bragh,' I said rudely, and pushed with all my strength.
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outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d8b9486
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If ye have to ask yourself if you're in love, laddie--then ye aren't,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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da06be0
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Ye're mine, Sassenach. And I would do anything I thought I must to make that clear.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e5b07aa
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No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.
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dies
soul
suffering
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e523c41
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If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6279635
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I can stand a lot! But just because I can, does that mean I must? Do I have to bear everyone's weakness? Can I not have my own?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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07b1912
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You're beautiful to me, Jamie," I said softly, at last. "So beautiful, you break my heart."
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heart
love
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6afc3db
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The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.
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life
memory
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b825908
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Now, then. What does 'fucking' mean?" My surprise must have shown plainly, for he said irritably, "If ye must call me names, that's one thing. But I dinna care to be called things I can't answer. I know it's a damn filthy word, from the way ye said it, but what does it mean?" Taken off guard, I laughed, a little shakily. "It ... it means ... what you were about to do to me." One brow lifted, and he looked sourly amused. "Oh, swiving? Then I..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a9c8693
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Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2de035e
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Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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4667884
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I would." He kissed the top of my head. "I saw Ian's face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed." My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. "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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Diana Gabaldon |
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a1a7389
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If you'll not let me be spiritual about it, you'll have to put up wi' my baser nature. I'm going to be a beast." He bit my neck. "Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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92c1c6c
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Murtagh was one of those men who always looked a bit startled to find that women had voices, but he nodded politely enough.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2842c5d
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A cold supper, were you thinking? I asked dubiously. I was not, he said firmly, I mean to light a roaring fire in the kitchen hearth, fry up a dozen eggs in butter, and eat them all, then lay ye down on the hearth rug and roger ye 'till you - is that all right? he inquired, noticing my look. 'Til I what? I asked fascinated by his description of the evening's program. 'Til ye burst into flame and take me with ye, I suppose, he said, and stoo..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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61655d5
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They're only Scotch pearls," he said, apologetically, "but they look bonny on you." His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. "Those were your mother's pearls!" said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. "Aye," said Jamie calmly, "and now they're my wife's. Shall we go?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6276acd
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When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles, as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang.
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children
motherhood
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Diana Gabaldon |
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7b4f399
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Blessed are those who eat greens, for they shall keep their teeth. Blessed are those who wash their hands after wiping their arses, for they shall not sicken. Blessed are those who boil water, for they shall be called saviors of mankind.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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05143c6
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I put back my head, looking up at the deep black sky swimming with hot stars. If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as Van Gogh saw them, without difficulty . . . and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is - immeasurably vast, and always..
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stars
vast-universe
void
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b5a6bd4
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This was nonsense, he thought. The need of her was a physical thing, like the thirsty of a sailor becalmed for weeks on the sea. He'd felt the need before, often, often, in their years apart. But why now? She was safe; he knew where she was - was it only the exhaustion of the past weeks and days, or perhaps the weakness of creeping age that made his bones ache, as though she had in fact been torn from his body, as God had made Eve from Adam..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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10786d8
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Ye've no idea how lovely ye look, stark naked, wi' the sun behind you. All gold, like ye were dipped in it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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?" I felt a great wave of relief, mingled with fear. It ran from his hand on my shoulder to the tips of my toes, weakening my joints. "It's a lot too late to ask that," I said.... "Because I already risked everything I had. But whoever you are now Jamie Fraser--yes. Yes, I do want you."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6b02a9b
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To have ye with me again--to talk wi' you--to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts--God, Sassenach," he said, "the Lord knows I am lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you--or anything else--"he added, wryly," but I would count that all well lost, had I no more than the pleasure of havin' ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart." .... "So tell me all your heart,"I said. "If there's time."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a405357
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I had 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 theirs and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A throwback of some kind, I thought... it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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3bf17ab
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Advice? You're too old to be given it and too young to take it.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2cc8aea
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I'll thank ye," said a cool, level voice, "to take your hands off my wife."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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8c8f4ef
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When a man dies, it's only him," he said. "And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman ..." His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. "A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is ... infinite possibility." "Idiot," I said, very softly. "If you think one man is just like any other."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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fb4451b
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You invent yourself...You look at other women-or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and you look inside yourself for what you can't find elsewhere. And always...always...you wonder if you're doing it right.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ddbbf0f
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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.
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Diana Gabaldon |