Quotes About Love

not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children.

I have noticed," she said slowly, "that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is—in the blink of an eye, the mother can see the child

Ye think of me, Jamie, and Jenny and Lallybroch. Ye'll not see us, but we'll be here nonetheless and thinking of you. Look up at night, and see the stars, and ken we see them, too." He

Voir les années s'inscrire sur ton corps et ton visage me procure une joie immense, Sassenach : Parce qu'elles signifient que tu vis.

Blood of my blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want

You don't mind, if he Ã¢â'¬Â¦ takes other lovers? Or he you, come to that?

I willna be reading the man's love letters," he said firmly. "Even a plotter must scruple at something.

Diana Gabaldon

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

remember that—before Bree was born." But I had had one tie then; I had her, to anchor me to life.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, till our Life shall be Done.

Diana Gabaldon

I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank—whom, in spite of everything, I had loved. Jamie

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.

But mad passion wasn't a necessary prerequisite for tenderness or consideration, was it?

But as spring blooms, the birds grow drunk with love and the bushes riot with their songs.

I assure you, Mother," he said dryly, "you are undoubtedly the most interesting woman I've ever met." She snorted briefly and gave him a direct look. "I suppose that's why you haven't yet married, is it?" "I didn't think a wife needed to be interesting," he replied, with some honesty. "Most of the ones I know certainly aren't.

I want to protect ye, Sassenach—spread myself over ye like a cloak and shield you and the child wi' my body.

Whether it was health of mind or body, the love of him was necessary to me as breath or blood. My mind reached out for him, sleeping or waking, and finding him, was satisfied.

He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back.

Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself.

Tad bu?iuoki mane tu šimt? syki?, Vis? t?kstant?, antr? šimt? syki?, V?l dar t?kstant?, dar ne vien? šimt?... Daugel t?kstan?i? kai sud?sim šitaip, Juos sujaksime, kad neb?t? skai?iaus.

Is it true - that I won't forget? He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. Aye, that's true, he said softly. But it's true, too, that it willna matter after a time.

You call her 'Dame Blanche,' " Jamie said, between his teeth. "I call her wife! Let her face be the last that ye see, then!