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171741d
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We've ghosts enough between us, Sassenach. If the evils of the past canna hinder us-neither then shall any fears of the future. We must just must put things behind us and get on. Aye?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ac481b2
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If," I said through my teeth, "you ever raise a hand to me again, James Fraser, I'll cut out your heart and fry it for breakfast!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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3c905e6
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People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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6383bd4
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Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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81c62bc
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Go to hell, Jamie," I said at last, wiping my eyes. "Go directly to hell. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. There. Do you feel better now?"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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c98419a
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You forget the life you had before, after awhile. Things you cherish and hold dear are like pearls on a string. Cut the knot and they scatter across the floor, rolling into dark corners never to be found again. So you move on, and eventually you forget what the pearls even looked like. At least, you try.
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past
remembering-the-past
new-life
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Diana Gabaldon |
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22266cd
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Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.'She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. 'And that's saying quite a bit.
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family-relationships
romance
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a223521
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I am a sassenach, after all," I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. "Aye, mo duinne. But you're my sassenach."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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f1f7039
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So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0c7ebc2
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A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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cff3db2
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All the names I've called you through the years--my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge ... I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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99d8107
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If ye were no longer there--or somewhere--" he said very softly, "then the sun would no longer come up or go down." He lifted my hand and kissed it, very gently. He laid it, closed around my ring, upon my chest, rose, and left."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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df675c5
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Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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5a278ac
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Careful!" I said. "Don't twist like that, or your dressing will come off! What are you trying to do?" "Get my plaid loose to cover you," he replied. "You're shivering. But I canna do it one-handed. Can ye reach the clasp of my brooch for me?" With a good deal of tugging and awkward shifting, we got the plaid loosened. With a surprisingly dexterous swirl, he twirled the cloth out and let it settle, shawllike, around his shoulders. He then pu..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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1085e68
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Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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e72bbfd
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Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me." He was right; nothing did."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0ad76c8
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No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ..." He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face. "To know what?" "That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way," he said softly."
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romance
sad
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Diana Gabaldon |
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7149777
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Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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044b3f2
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Jamie... I only want to be where you are. Nothing else.
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romance
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Diana Gabaldon |
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44b1009
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Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door. "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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d78c921
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As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.
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pragmatism
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Diana Gabaldon |
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566f163
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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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Diana Gabaldon |
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fa49be5
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And I don't recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications--but not nearly as many as marriage.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ce722f9
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Jamie] shook his head, looking stunned. "I canna tell whether ye mean to compliment my virility, Sassenach, or insult my morals, but I dinna care much for either suggestion. Murtagh told me women were unreasonable, but Jesus God!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0a7d79c
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I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn't manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vagu..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b36c3b5
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IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see--they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are. What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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2a553d7
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For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.
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fear
love
claire-fraser
jamie-fraser
wounded
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Diana Gabaldon |
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3288358
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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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1e0a0d5
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You cannot compel love," he said finally, "nor summon it at will. Still less," he added ruefully, "can you dismiss it."
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love
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Diana Gabaldon |
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501bfdd
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What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?" he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. "What is about me?" He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye." "Well, if you don't know, my dear," I said, "no one does."
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married-couples
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Diana Gabaldon |
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07fd794
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He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.
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roger
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Diana Gabaldon |
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14144dc
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Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0b373bd
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We thought you were dead, you bloody arsehole!" he said, furious. "Both of us! Dead! And we--we--took too much to drink one night--very much too much ... We spoke of you ... and ... Damn you, neither one of us was making love to the other--we were both fucking you!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ab0214b
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His Grace woke up in the morning red-eyed as a ferret and in roughly the same temper as a rabid badger. Had I a tranquilizing dart, I would have shot him with it without an instant's hesitation.
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humor
duke-of-pardloe
claire-fraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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96d66a2
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The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool." He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation. "Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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f543d65
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But 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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jammf
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Diana Gabaldon |
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edeebd1
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You aren't doing it for the sake of ideals, are you? Not for the sake of...liberty. Freedom, self determination, all that.' He shook his head. 'No,' he said softly. 'Why, then? I asked, more gently. 'For you,' he said without hesitation. '...For my family. For the future. And if that is not an ideal, I've never heard of one.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9902997
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And once I got old enough for such a thing to be a possibility, he told me that a man must be responsible for any seed he sows, for it's his duty to take care of a woman and protect her. And if I wasna prepared to do that, then I'd no right to burden a woman with the consequences of my own actions.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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98944be
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Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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92fca85
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We got half the doggone MIT college of engineering here, and nobody who can fix a doggone /television/?" Dr. Joseph Abernathy glared accusingly at the clusters of young people scattered around his living room. That's /electrical/ engineering, Pop," his son told him loftily. "We're all mechanical engineers. Ask a mechanical engineer to fix your color TV, that's like asking an Ob-Gyn to look at the sore on your di-ow!" Oh, sorry," said his fa..
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humor
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Diana Gabaldon |
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a28b43f
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I have loved ye since I saw you, Sassenach," he said very quietly, holding my eyes with his own, bloodshot and lined with tiredness but very blue. "I will love ye forever. It doesna matter if ye sleep with the whole English army--well, no," he corrected himself, "it would matter, but it wouldna stop me loving you."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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ae7e087
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I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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37b4e5e
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Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0e8294a
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Sorcha," he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach."
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Diana Gabaldon |