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As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Roger, listening intently, couldn't keep from asking a question at this point. Is it true Colonel Stark said 'Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes?' Lee coughed discreetly. Well sir. I couldn't say for sure as no one said that, but I didn't hear it myself. Mind, I DID hear one colonel call out, 'Any whoreson fool wastes his powder afore the bastards are close enough to kill is gonna get his musket shoved up his arse butt-first!
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Eres sangre de mi sangre y huesos de mis huesos.Te doy mi cuerpo para que los dos seamos uno.Te doy mi espiritu para que los dos seamos uno.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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But even things that heal leave scars.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that doing so will keep it from departing.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie
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Diana Gabaldon |
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But what I do say is that there is nothing in this world or the next that can take ye from me--or me from you.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He was not afraid to die with her, by fire or any other way - only to live without her.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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12cdb87
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In war, government and their armies were a threat, but it was so often the neighbors who damned or saved you
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Diana Gabaldon |
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All I want," she said softly to the dark, "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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Thee is my wolf," she'd said to him. "And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home." "And sleep at thy feet," he'd replied."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I am a warrior, that my son may be a merchant--and his son may be a poet.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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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Diana Gabaldon |
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If I'd known I should meet a damn bear, Jamie said, grunting as he lifted another stone into place, I would have taken another path.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to the unlocking of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen--until I had walked into the print shop in Edinburgh, and the mechanism had sprung free with a final, decisive click.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was not refreshment, but mortal chill.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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It's a bit undignified to get into, but it's verra easy to take off" "How you get into it?" I asked curiously. "Well, ye lay it out on the ground, like this" -he knelt, spreading the cloth so that it lined the leaf-strewn hollow- "and then ye pleat it every few inches, lie down on it, and row." I burst out laughing, and sank to my knees, helping to smooth the thick tartan wool."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Let me be enough,
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Never,"he whispered to me, face only inches from mine. "Never," I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the intensity of his gaze. A gentle, inexorable pressure turned me back to face him, as the small, rhythmic movements went on. "No, my Sassenach," he said softly. "Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I know what I have done to you. Look at me." --
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Diana Gabaldon |
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The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b3cf3ae
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Time makes very little difference to the basic realities of life
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Diana Gabaldon |
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A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent is entirely benign - or at least you hope so - but your are laying violent hands on someone, and you must be ruthless in order to do it effectively. And sometimes the person under your hands will die, and knowing that . . . you do it anyway.
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surgical-training
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He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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af12715
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And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I want him." I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch. "I want him." I wanted him still, and nothing whatever could stand between us."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs," I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. "Why is that, do you think?" "The cow licked it off the last time she milked me," he said between his teeth. "For God's sake, Sassenach!"
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she'd imagined--and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making love, just breathing the same air.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we."
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the-universe
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Diana Gabaldon |
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You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Dorothea is a Grey," he pointed out. "Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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His own eyes were soft and dreamy, cloudy as a trout pool in the rain.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Lord, he'd said. Let me be enough. That prayer had lodged in my heart like an arrow when I'd heard it and thought he asked for help in doing what had to be done. But that wasn't what he'd meant at all--and the realization of what he had meant split my heart in two. I took his face between my hands, and wished so much that I had his own gift, the ability to say what lay in my heart, in such a way that he would know. But I hadn't.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and you say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand t..
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Oh, aye, Sassenach," he answered a bit ruefully. "I am your master ... and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own."
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Diana Gabaldon |
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I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.
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Diana Gabaldon |
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when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?
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Diana Gabaldon |
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0ce4f5b
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To fight on the winning side was one thing; to survive, quite another.
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Diana Gabaldon |