Quotes from Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.