Quotes About Bond

But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?" he whispered.

Never," he said, more softly. "For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul.

We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.One large hand rose to stroke my hair. D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed? Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...' I give ye my body, that we may be one, he finished. Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach,and so have you. He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach.

I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear

His flesh seemed to melt comfortably into Roger's own, his trust so complete that it was not necessary even to maintain the boundaries of his body—Daddy would do that.

I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you.

You'd die for them, happily," Hal had said, in the long night watch when I'd kept him breathing. "Your family. But at the same time you think, Christ, I can't die! What might happen to them if I weren't here?

I am your master Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever." He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna's shoulder. Roger

I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them

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 me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.

You carry me with 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 me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let you go. No, I said softly, nor can you leave me. No,he said, half-smiling.For I have kept the the last of the vow as well. I could feel the warm breath of his words upon my ear, whispered in the dark. For I give ye my spirit,'til our life shall be done.

I'm glad you're not dead. Wasn't sure for a bit." Hal went out before he could reply. Tears welled in John's eyes, and he dashed at them with the sleeve of his nightshirt, muttering irritably in a vain attempt to convince himself that he wasn't moved.

Father to son. And with that thought, all the disconnected, fragmentary, scattered fancies in his brain dropped suddenly into a single, vivid image: Jamie Fraser, seen from the back, looking over the horses in the paddock at Helwater. And beside him, standing on a rail and clinging to a higher one, William, Earl of Ellesmere. The alert cock of their heads, the set of their shoulders, the wide stance—just the same.

It's not what's happened or what's about to happen; what's important is the sense of emotional uncertainty between the characters and the delicacy of the mutual trust being established.

A strange thought occurs to me. There is of course no point of similarity between yourself and Stapleton in terms of circumstance or character. And yet there is one peculiar commonality. Both you and Stapleton know. And for your separate reasons, cannot or will not speak of it to anyone. The odd result of this is that I feel quite free in the company of either one of you, in a way that I cannot be free with any other man.

You alone, hold all my heart, whole in your hands. And you know that.

that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A

For I give ye my spirit, 'til our life shall be done.

Stephan's hand left his breast, and reached out. Grey took it, and felt love flow between them. He thought that heart and body must be entirely melted - if only for that moment.

He could not help himself; whether it brought him comfort or misery, he felt he had no choice now but to speak of Fraser—and Quarry was the only man in London to whom he could so speak.

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

Jamie reached across and took my right hand in his, his fingers linking with mine, and the silver of my ring shone red in the glow of the flames. I looked up into his face and saw the promise spoken in his eyes, as it was in mine. "As long as we both shall live.

Whatever problems we might be facing - and I knew there were plenty - we were together. Forever. And that was enough.