Quotes About Family

Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels," she said judiciously. "Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks." "Thus sayeth a Fraser," I remarked. "The Carmichaels must be something special in that line.

There was a third brother who became a curate, but I don't know much about him…

I have a gift for you too," I said suddenly to Jamie. He turned toward me and his hand slid, large and sure, over the plane of my still-flat stomach.

My niece's son, really," he confided. "Father shot down over the Channel, and mother killed in the Blitz, though, so I've taken him.

My dear daughter, As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .

Da," she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. "Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No. It's only … simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she'd imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

I knelt at Ellen's feet, as I kneel now by yours, And I swore to her by the name o' the threefold God, that I would follow ye always, to do your bidding, and guard your back, when ye became a man grown, and needing such service. Aye, lad. I do cherish ye as the son of my own loins.

Just as my grandmother taught me, and her grandmother before her.

Et papa ? - Et papa quoi ? - Fait-il partie de ceux qui ont toujours su ) quoi ils étaient destinés ? Les mains de Claire s'arrêtèrent un instant. - Oh ! oui, il sait. - Quoi ? Un laird, un chef ? Sa mère hésita, réfléchissant. - Non, répondit-elle enfin. Elle prit le pilon et se mit à écraser la marjolaine. Son parfum s'éleva dans la pièce comme de l'encens. - Un homme. Ce qui n'est pas rien.

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up, no?" said Ian soothingly. "Come now, mi dhu, ye shouldna worrit yourself, it's bad for the babe. And the shouting troubles wee Jamie too." He reached out for his son, who was whimpering, not

Of course, had she gone, he would have died, he reflected. And never come to this place and got his land, nor seen his daughter, nor held his grandson in his arms. Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune—so long as you didn't actually die of it

My family, and all I knew of love as a child. A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.

Bless Thou, O God, the dwelling," he said, "And each who rests herein this night; Bless Thou, O God, my beloved ones In every place wherein they sleep; In the night that is to-night, And every night; In the day that is to-day, And every day. May this sacred iron be witness To the love of God and the guarding of this house.

Brianna was twenty-three. She might be no more than in her mid-thirties by the time Jem was fully independent. And if he no longer needed her care—she and Roger might possibly go back. Back to her own time, to safety—to the interrupted life that had been hers by birth. But only if she had no further children, whose helplessness would keep her here.

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.

MacNeill of Barra Meadows

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

My father," he said abruptly. "Pa—Lord John, I mean. He knew—knows?" "Yes." Thin ice again. I didn't think he had any idea that Lord John had married Isobel principally for his sake—and Jamie's—but didn't want him going anywhere near the question of Lord John's motives.

Ian made a dissentient noise through his nose. Aye, and if I were to try bein' a Friend, who would there be to protect the lot of 'em? Rachel and her brother and Dottie, I mean. Ye ken that, don't ye? That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?

I baptize thee, Germain Alexander Claudel MacKenzie Fraser, in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

After all, who's going to look after all the sick folk, if your grannie's lying about in pieces?" F

Soeur Emmanuelle?" she said very softly, and gently, slowly, laid her hands on her mother's shoulders, fragile under the white cloth. She swallowed hard, so her voice wouldn't shake. "You are forgiven." (A Fugitive Green)

Fergus Claudel Fraser," he said, slowly and clearly.