When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

Diana Gabaldon

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I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser

dripping naked crosses

......what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of m... by Diana Gabaldon

......what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.

born matter doe

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together... by Diana Gabaldon

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

gone together past

…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.

home heart hands

Why d'ye talk to yourself?' 'It assures me of a good listener. by Diana Gabaldon

Why d'ye talk to yourself?' 'It assures me of a good listener.

good-listener listeners

Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary... by Diana Gabaldon

Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary.

knowing

...sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.

sitting waiting men

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

suitable honor life-is

I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet... I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you"-he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders-"and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi' me hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service...and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.

simple lying fall

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous bo... by Diana Gabaldon

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

famous-book cry book

Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.

shelter brown heart

I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ." He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…." He shook his head slowly. "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye," he said softly. "Just then.

eye dark beautiful

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it me... by Diana Gabaldon

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

giving mean years

It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do-- but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing.

wasting-time waste doubt

I gave you justice, it said, as I was taught it. And I gave you mercy , too, so far as I could. While I could not spare you pain and humiliation, I make you a gift of my own pains and humiliations, that yours might be easier to bear.

pain justice might

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours.

dad important father

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

our-time waste

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 father, peering blandly over gold-rimmed glasses. "That your foot, Lenny?

sorry father son

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.

uncles usual writing

Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always a particular delight. Intoxicated, she took less care for him than usual; abandoned and oblivious to all but her own pleasure, she would rake him, bite him - and beg him to serve her so, as well. He loved the feeling of power in it, the tantalizing choice between joining her at once in animal lust, or of holding himself-for a time- in check, so as to drive her at his whim.

choices feelings animal