For a long time," he said at last, "when I was small, I pretended to myself that I was the bastard of some great man. All orphans do this, I think," he added dispassionately."It makes life easier to bear, to pretend that it will not always be as it is, that someone will come and restore you to your rightful place in the world."
He shrugged.
"Then I grew older, and knew that this was not true. No one would come to rescue me. But then-" he turned his head and gave Jamie a smile of surpassing sweetness.
"Then I grew older still, and discovered that after all, it was true. I am the son of a great man."
The hook touched Jamie's hand, hard and capable.
"I wish for nothing more.
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…but Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.”
He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard-stubble soft on my fingers.
“I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands,” he said softly. “And you know that.
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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Will this be the end of it?'
'There is never an end to such things,' he said quietly. 'But we are alive. And that is good.
...women giving birth seemed very often to lose any sense of fear or misgiving...exhibiting an absorption that amounted to indifference-simply because they had no attention to spare for anything beyond the universe bounded by their bellies.
Diana GabaldonHighlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
Diana GabaldonThis is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.
Diana GabaldonI hold no evil in my heart...This evil does not touch me. More may come, but not this. Not here. Not now.
Diana GabaldonYou 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.
One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at all-both accepted that duty without question, would honor it, or die in trying. She only hoped it wouldn't come to that-for either of them.
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