Quotes About Journey

The rest of the journey passed uneventfully, if you consider it uneventful to ride fifteen miles on horseback through rough country at night, frequently without benefit of roads, in company with kilted men armed to the teeth, and sharing a horse with a wounded man. At least we were not set upon by highwaymen, we encountered no wild beasts, and it didn't rain. By the standards I was becoming used to, it was quite dull.

The rest of the journey passed uneventfully, if you consider it uneventful to ride fifteen miles on horseback through rough country at night, frequently without benefit of roads, in company with kilted men

Not everyone who goes through the stones comes out again." His look sharpened. "How d'ye ken that, Sassenach?" "I can—I could—hear them. Screaming." I

The Bible says, "Seek, and ye shall find," he thought. And said aloud to the vibrant air, "But there's no guarantee about what you'll find, is there?

Diana Gabaldon

Let's go." Jamie's hand was firm on my arm, and I made no protest. Following Jared, guarded by the sailors, we stole away from the quay, surreptitious as though we had started the fire.

The moon was beginning to rise when they set out, and a good thing, too, Brianna thought. Even with the big, lopsided gold orb sailing up out of a cradle of stars and shedding its borrowed radiance over the sky, the trail beneath their feet was invisible. So were their feet, drowned in the absolute black of the forest at night.

memory, making

We jolted along for a couple of hours in this manner, but the pain grew steadily worse, keeping me shifting in the saddle incessantly.

we might as well be afloat as earthbound, the heave and fall beneath me the rise of planking, and the sound of the pines the wind in our sails.

THE MAN IN THE WOOD

Here we stopped, turning our horses over to the attention of a hostler, who moved so slowly as to seem ossified.

Diana Gabaldon

May God make safe to me each step,             May God make open to me each pass,             May God make clear to me each road,             And may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands.

My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since first I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your two hands here, and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.

All right. Where are we going?

Escorted by Murtagh, who was disguised as my groom, I had barely made it out of sight of the prison before sliding off my horse and being sick in the snow.

along. It was a week after we had set out, in a

23 RETURN TO LEOCH

the Glen, and we left early in the morning, before sunup. After the hurry to the waiting

that every human soul had a destiny and had a duty to find and fulfill it.

Diana Gabaldon

Sanctuary. But even reaching for that sanctuary, they'd known that war touches everyone and everything in its path.

June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge