Quotes About Separation

I was sorry that I'd told him, but I had no defenses anymore. I could not lie, even for the best of reasons; there was simply no place to go, nowhere to hide. I felt beset by whispering ghosts, their loss, their need, their desperate love pulling me apart. Apart from Jamie, apart from myself.

A fistula is a passage between two things that ought never to be joined and is, generally speaking, a bad thing.

away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish

of Jamie. God, how could I do it? Leave him

Beni tan?d???n için, bana dokunmadan beni parçalara ay?rabilirsin.

Well, of course he does, Sassenach," Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. "He left her his dog.

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.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, he said softly. Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you? Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

usually went to the trouble of separating these from their original possessors before presenting them to me—but then the fur stirred, and a pair of bright eyes peered out of the tangled mass. "My dog's hurt," the man announced brusquely. He set

I felt raw and bruised. Severed in some vital part, as always when parted from Jamie for very long, but also as though I had been violently ejected from my home, like a barnacle ripped from its rock and heedlessly tossed into boiling surf.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you? Even when I just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

It's a poem, or part of one. Daddy always used to say it, when he'd come home and find Mama puttering in her garden—he said she'd live out there if she could. He used to joke that she—that she'd leave us someday, and go find a place where she could live by herself, with nothing but her plants.

The obvious—to allow Jamie to see the boy." "And the other obvious—to allow you to see Jamie.

was so tired, though, that mind and body had begun to separate. It was a familiar phenomenon. Doctors, soldiers, and mothers encounter it routinely; I had, any number of times. Unable to respond to an immediate emergency while clouded by fatigue, the mind simply withdraws a little, separating itself fastidiously from the body's overwhelming self-centered needs.

He had them often, in varying forms, and it always unsettled him the day after, as though for a moment Claire had really been near enough to touch, and then had drawn away again.

splitting the crowd like vinegar dropped on mayonnaise.

You have to understand," I said. "He—I—we were separated by the war, the Rising. Each of us thought the other was dead. I found him again only—my God, was it only four months ago?

date of our first anniversary, Jamie had been in the Bastille, and I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had been in

You can't go through a divorce and then get back together.

My parents had a difficult divorce.

There's nothing good about divorce.

I have a very wonderful separation-divorce. It's a divorce - but it's a weird one.

I think it's better, if people aren't getting on, that they should divorce.