Quotes About Honor

I would not piss on him was he burning in the flames of hell, Grey said politely. One of Hal's brows flicked upward, but only momentarily. Just so, he said dryly. The question, though, is whether Fraser might be inclined to perform a similar service for you. Grey placed his cup carefully in the center of the desk. Only if he thought I might drown, he said, and went out.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie

He who throws dirt is losing ground

I have lived through war, and lost much. I know what's worth the fight, and what is not. Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too. And that, O kinsman, is why a woman has broad hips; that bony basin will harbor a man and his child alike. A man's life springs from his woman's bones, and in her blood is his honor christened. For the sake of love alone, would I walk through fire again.

There's nay shame to ha' fallen in battle, mo caraidh, he said softly. The greatest of warriors may be overcome.

Honor without sense is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ foolishness. A gallant foolishness, but foolishness nonetheless.

One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at all-both accepted that duty without question, would honor it, or die in trying. She only hoped it wouldn't come to that-for either of them.

More than most men, he valued his name-I only hoped that given time, it would once more have value.

But war's war, Sassenach. Honor only makes it a bit easier to live wi' yourself, afterward.

I'll be setting off just after the Angelus bell- at noon, I mean - should that suit your honors.

Fraser closed his eyes for an instant, frowning, then opened them again. "I see," he said, very dry. "So was I to kill him, ye'd be obliged to fight me? And if he killed me, ye'd fight him? And should we kill each other, what then?" "I suppose I'd call a surgeon to dispose of your bodies and then commit suicide," Grey said, a little testily. "But let us not be rhetorical.

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.

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

A forced oath canna bind a man, though, or keep him from his knowledge of right.

A duty, she said, holding his hand between her own. 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.

So far as Grey's own opinion counted, a love that sacrificed honor was less honest than simple lust, and degraded those who professed to glory in it.

I had no need to ask or to wonder whether he would keep his word. He had freed me once from Wentworth, because he had given his word to do so. His word, once given, was his bond. Jack Randall was a gentleman.

If I'm goin' to lie on my face wi' my buttocks bared, I want the lass under me, not behind me wi' a hatpin!

You do not think I would take ye without offering you marriage!

It's a rare plant," he said, touching the sprig in my open hand. "Flowers, fruit and leaves all together at the one time. The white flowers are for honor, and red fruit for courage—and the green leaves are for constancy.

As a mother, I had the lightness now of effort complete, honor satisfied. Mission accomplished.

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.

Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie—and yet ye love me." I

There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies. I