Quotes About Support

He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered, You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? --Jamie

No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ... He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face. To know what? That should the need come, you might mourn for me that way, he said softly.

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.

Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye.

The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.

Don't cry, Sassenach, he said, so softly I could barely hear him.

I can bear pain, myself, but I could not bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.

I want to protect ye, Sassenach-spread myself over ye like a cloak and shield you and the child wi' my body.... I would do anything for ye...and yet...there's nothing I can do. It doesna matter how strong I am, or how willing; I canna go with you where ye must go...not even help ye at all. And to think of the things that might happen, and me helpless to stop them...aye, I'm afraid, Sassenach.

You are my courage, as I am your Conscience, he whispered. You are my hear and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.

I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that," I said, and my voice shook. "That's why I'm so afraid. I don't want to be half a person again, I can't bear it.

I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

To take responsibility for the welfare of others made me feel less victimized by the whims of whatever impossible fate had brought me here

I didn't want to Ã¢â'¬Â¦ to have to ask him to defend me." He stared at her, his face blank with incomprehension. He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from her. "What in God's name d'ye think a man is for?" he asked at last.

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Ye always carry your women wi' ye into battle, Ian Òg. They're the root of your strength, man.

Dinna be afraid. There's the two of us now.

Don't be afraid,' he whispered into my hair. 'There's the two of us now.

Aye, I ken fine how strong women are," he said quietly. "And you're strong enough for what must be done, m' annsachd—believe me.

I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.

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

Did ye not mean to go to Confession yourself?" Jamie asked, stopping near the church's main door. There was a priest in the confessional; two or three people stood a discreet distance away from the carved wooden stall, out of earshot, waiting. "It'll bide," Ian said, with a shrug. "If ye're goin' to hell, I might as well go, too. God knows, ye'll never manage alone." Jamie