Quotes About Connection

Here an ancient oriel window opened glassless to the sky, and the light of the hunter's moon washed us in silver. We lay clasped together, damp skins cooling in the winter air, waiting for our racing hearts to slow and breath to return to our heaving bodies.

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

Tha gràdh agam ort, mo chridhe

You never knew, when you took farewell of someone, whether it might be the last time. The least you could do was say you loved them—and she wished she had. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and, as they swung out to go around the first curve, threw a kiss to the distant figure, still standing in the road.

Jamie," I said, suddenly thinking of something, "do you speak German?" "Eh? Oh, aye

Diana Gabaldon

Something about the ragged beggar seemed faintly familiar, too.

I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the ruddy waves. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head, and murmured small incoherent things to him as though he were Brianna. I thought to myself that perhaps it was like surgery—even when an operation is done to repair existing damage, the healing still is painful.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you

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 again as it was when it was born, when it learned to walk, as it was at any age—at any time, even when the child is fully grown and a parent itself.

But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you … I have no name.

And then in the dawn he had held me, naked back against bare chest, his thighs warm and strong behind my own, murmuring into the clouds of my hair, "Dinna be afraid. There's the two of us now.

I loved Frank," I said quietly, not looking at Bree. "I loved him a lot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body.

Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands.

The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman - if a young one - in her own right.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.

The thought of that would come to me sometimes, and I would think I kent what Jesus must feel like there—so wanting, and no one to touch Him.

So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh

I knew ye weren't a fairy, Auntie Claire!

Do you miss her greatly—your wife?" I felt a bit hesitant about asking, but he didn't seem to find the question intrusive.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said

That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly," he said quietly. "And the last—until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.

a hand on his arm. Bone and muscle were solid, warm under her

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.