Quotes About Journey

Good luck, Jamie," he said, voice a little husky. "God go with you.

hire a boat and try to catch her up. So long as I board her before we reach Le Havre, it should be all right

He remembered Jamie's face as they rode in to Helwater, alight as they saw the women on the lawn—with William.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he I didn't have the strength, myself.

The duty of a survivor. Not everyone lives to be old, but if you do, I think you owe it to those who didn't. To tell the stories of those who shared your journey…for as long as they could.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he said, I didn't have the strength, myself.

Diana Gabaldon

You'll not know how it is, to live among strangers for so long." "Won't I?" I said, with some sharpness. He glanced up at me, startled, then smiled faintly, looking down at the coverlet. "Aye, maybe ye will," he said. "Ye change, no? Much as ye want to keep the memories of home, and who ye are—you're changed. Not one of the strangers; ye could never be that, even if ye wanted to. But different from who ye were, too.

TWO DOWN," Roger whispered.

Diana Gabaldon

Diana Gabaldon

It flattened and began to drift out over the sea, the ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

Diana Gabaldon

the medical way for a two-month voyage.

THE PATHS OF DEATH

Diana Gabaldon

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something to do with that.

strand of hair out of my eyes and turned the horse's head toward the upland trail, relieved to be headed

into view, trundling slowly under

came a day when the food

I've always known I've lived a life different from other men. One day I turned around and looked back and saw that each step I'd taken was a choice. A choice between right and wrong, between love and hate. Sometimes between life and death. And the sum of those choices becomes your life.

Diana Gabaldon

Marriage, like love, is an aspiration. It's a process.