L’amore per un figlio non può essere libero: sin dai primi segni di movimento nell’utero germoglia in noi una devozione tanto potente quanto viscerale, irresistibile come l’atto stesso della nascita....
Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures...
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. Tho...
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 looke...
If there’s true emotional content in a situation between characters, all you do is reveal it.
I loved Frank...I loved him alot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't.
Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels, she said judiciously. Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks.Thus sayeth a Fraser, I remarked. The Carmichaels must be something special in that line.
Catholics don't believe in divorce. We believe in murder. There's always Confession, after all.--Brianna Fraser to Roger MacKenzie
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, t...
Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him, I wrote, with more confidence. It can't be done. More important -- don't let him try to change you. He can't do it either, but men always try.
Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.
We dangled our feet in the water, moving from shade to sun and back to shade as we grew too warm, talking of this and that and not much of anything, both aware of each other’s smallest movement, both...
The law's a necessary evil--we canna be doing without it--but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?
My own eyes went to Jamie, who had come to join Fergus and Ian by the sideboard. Still here, thank God. Tall and graceful, the soft light making shadows in the folds of his shirt as he moved, a fugiti...
I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.
I filled the cups with brandy, sat down again, and fixed John Grey with a narrow eye. What are you doing here? I said, without preamble. He opened his light blue eyes very wide, then lowered his very...
I am, madam, Jonathan Randall, Esquire, Captain of His Majesty’s Eighth Dragoons. At your service, madam.
He remembered Jamie’s face as they rode in to Helwater, alight as they saw the women on the lawn—with William.
He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and felt the quiver of his muscles, exhausted, and the sheer hard strength still in him, that would hol...