A marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it.
[Jamie] shook his head, looking stunned. I canna tell whether ye mean to compliment my virility, Sassenach, or insult my morals, but I dinna care much for either suggestion. Murtagh told me women were...
Your wife? I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn’t any longer.
Your son is a drunkard, she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger’s breath. Following in his father’s footsteps, I see, she added coldly.
Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul
You'll lie wi' me now, he said quietly. And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it.
You should know, Bree--I don't regret it. In spite of everything, I don't regret it. You'll know something now, of how lonely I was for so long, without Jamie. It doesn't matter. If the price of that...
You know historians - can't leave a puzzle alone
You invent yourself...You look at other women-or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and you look inside yourself for what you can't find elsewhere. And always...always......
You have to understand, I said. He—I—we were separated by the war, the Rising. Each of us thought the other was dead. I found him again only—my God, was it only four months ago?
You have lost your mind,Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.
You didn’t know that Jamie was married? He blinked, but not in time to keep me from seeing a small grimace of pain, as though someone had struck him suddenly across the face.
You 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 are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered. You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.
You are beautiful, he whispered to me. If you say so. Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you? That’s not what I mean. I mean—if you say it, then it’s true. You make it true.
You are a rather remarkable woman, he said at last, in a level tone. Indeed, I said, not looking up. In what way? He leaned back; I heard the rustle of his bedding. You are neither circumspect nor cir...
Yirmi yılda kaç gece vardır kızım? Kaç saat vardır? Yirmi yıl boyunca karımın hala yaşayıp yaşamadığını ve nasıl yaşadığını düşünüp durdum. Onun ve çocuğumun. Tanrı bu yüzden var. Endişe hiçbir işe ya...
Ye’ll ken the Declaration of Arbroath, will ye? Four hundred years since, it was our sires, our grandsires, who put their hands to these words: … for as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never...
Yes. It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes - how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them. You can't.
Ye werena the first lass I kissed, he said softly. But I swear you’ll be the last. And he bent his head to my upturned face.