You can … call me Da, he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. If—if ye want to, I mean, he added diffidently. Da, she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred...
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.
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.
Ye werena the first lass I kissed, he said softly. But I swear you'll be the last.
Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank—his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it—and of course ye love Br...
Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!
Ye can at least promise me the victory, he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question.Yes, I said, and touched his face. I sounded choked, and my vision blurred. Yes, I can promise that. This...
Would you go down there, Roger? she asked softly. Jump overboard, dive in, go on down through that dark until your lungs were bursting, not knowing whether there are things with teeth and great heavy...
With vivid memories of the last IRS form I had signed, I agreed sympathetically that a two percent tax rate was a positive outrage, wondering to myself just what had become of the fiery spirit of Amer...
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.
Who you jiving, L.J.? I heard Joe Abernathy’s voice say, derisive and affectionate. I
Where d'ye think he is now? Jenny said suddenly. Ian, I mean.He glanced at the house, then at the new grave waiting, but of course that wasn't Ian any more. He was panicked for a moment, for his earli...
When we met, that night aboard the Porpoise—I’m glad you didn’t know who I was. I … liked you. Then.
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.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting...