Quotes About Family

An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie's heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.

You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever." He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna's shoulder. Roger

Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have your own mother standing up in front of everybody, drawing pictures of penises?

Well, my mother told me I'd be some lassie's choice one fine day." He reached down a hand and helped me up. "I told her," he continued, "that I thought it was the man's part to choose." "And what did she say to that?" I asked. "She rolled her eyes and said 'You'll find out, my fine wee cockerel, you'll find out.' " He laughed. "And so I have.

For I had come back, and I dreamed once more, in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go.

Please," she said, "don't mention Jamie Fraser to my daughter.

Roger Wakefield: ésta es mi hija, Brianna. Brianna Randall dio un paso adelante con una sonrisa tímida.

Yirmi y?lda kaç gece vard?r k?z?m? Kaç saat vard?r? Yirmi y?l boyunca kar?m?n hala yaÅŸay?p yaÅŸamad???n? ve nas?l yaÅŸad???n? düÅŸünüp durdum. Onun ve çocuÄŸumun. Tanr? bu yüzden var. EndiÅŸe hiçbir iÅŸe yaramaz, dua yarar. Bazen...

Father to son. And with that thought, all the disconnected, fragmentary, scattered fancies in his brain dropped suddenly into a single, vivid image: Jamie Fraser, seen from the back, looking over the horses in the paddock at Helwater. And beside him, standing on a rail and clinging to a higher one, William, Earl of Ellesmere. The alert cock of their heads, the set of their shoulders, the wide stance—just the same.

Dead is dead, Major," he said quietly. "It is not a romantic notion. And whatever my own feelings in the matter, my family would not prefer my death to my dishonor. While there is anyone alive with a claim upon my protection, my life is not my own.

Wakefield's not my own name, see; the Reverend gave it me when he adopted me. He was my mother's uncle—when my parents were killed in the War, he took me to live with him. But my own name is MacKenzie.

You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well.

She can hear it," Jem said, smiling into his sister's face. "How do you know?" Claire asked, curious. Jem looked up at her, surprised. "She says so.

It looks as though it hurt." "It did." "Did you cry?" His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. "Yes!" Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. "So did I," she said softly. "Every day since they took ye away.

What a mystery blood was—how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the echoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments, the shadow of a face looking back through the years—that vanished again into the face that was now.

You mustn't hit him again, Grand-père," Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. "He's a very good man, and I'm sure he won't take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you're home to do it.

Grey's hair was like his mother's—fair, thick and slightly wavy, prone to disorder unless tightly constrained, which it always would be, if Tom Byrd was given his way.

Daddy, Daddy Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "I'm here," he whispered into Jem's hair, the tears running down his own face. "I'm here, I'm here. Don't be afraid." Jem took a shuddering breath

Comment sont vos selles, grandpere? - Germain to Jamie.

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

What if I cannot keep ye safe?... You and the rest of them? I shall try wi all my strength, Sassenach, and I dinna mind if I die doing it but what i should die too soon - and fail? You won't. 'll try not. If I die dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

What sort of mother talks about whores on her deathbed? Your mother wouldn't do that, would she? I have no idea," Grey said, "The situation has fortunately not arisen.

Bairns are certain joy, but nay sma' care

The sins of the fathers," I murmured to myself. "The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children.