I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love. I
I know I’m shocked, I told him, but I’m sure I’m neither delusional nor hearing things. Why the bloody hell are you saying that, for God’s sake?! I rose abruptly, wanting to strike him. He saw it and...
I knew he had been married, he corrected. He dropped his hands, fiddling aimlessly with the small objects that littered his desk. He told me—or gave me to understand, at least—that you were dead. Grey...
I haven’t, I said shortly. But I’ve the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever ‘King George’s health’ may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like ‘Bragh St...
I have noticed, she said slowly, that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is
I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank...
I had noticed before that like some Protestants, Tom Christie regarded the Bible as being a document addressed specifically to himself and confided to his personal care for prudent distribution to the...
I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.
I fought back the memory of our wedding night. He was a virgin; his hands trembled when he touched me. I had been afraid too--with better reason. And then in the dawn he had held me, naked back agains...
I drew a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head. I do not understand men. That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn’t.
I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?
I did sometimes wonder what he saw in you, he said, his tone deliberately light. Jamie. Oh, you did? How flattering. I sniffed, and blew my nose. When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you...
I couldn’t think how long it had been since I had read a novel. And in the daytime! Feeling pleasantly wicked, I sat by the open window in my surgery and resolutely entered a world far from my own.
I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you.
I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving,
I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.
I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that!
How little you know of women, my love, I said.
His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter C—carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible—s...