Quotes About Companionship

Thy life's journey lies along its own path, Ian," she said, "and I cannot share thy journey—but I can walk beside thee. And I will.

Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye.

Thee is my wolf," she'd said to him. "And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home." "And sleep at thy feet," he'd replied.

If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.

I suddenly realized how much I looked forward to seeing him at dinner after the day's work, how my heart would leap when I saw him unexpectedly at odd moments during the day, and how much I depended on his company and his solid, reassuring presence amid the complexities of life in the castle. And, to be perfectly honest, how much I liked the smooth, warm strength of him in my bed each night, and waking to his tousled, smiling kisses in the mornings. The prospect of his absence was bleak.

People are gregarious by necessity.

Dinna be afraid. There's the two of us now.

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.

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

The rest of the journey passed uneventfully, if you consider it uneventful to ride fifteen miles on horseback through rough country at night, frequently without benefit of roads, in company with kilted men armed to the teeth, and sharing a horse with a wounded man.

Did ye not mean to go to Confession yourself?" Jamie asked, stopping near the church's main door. There was a priest in the confessional; two or three people stood a discreet distance away from the carved wooden stall, out of earshot, waiting. "It'll bide," Ian said, with a shrug. "If ye're goin' to hell, I might as well go, too. God knows, ye'll never manage alone." Jamie

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along. It was a week after we had set out, in a

I enjoyed Geilie's company immensely; she had a wry-tongued, cynical viewpoint that was a refreshing contrast to the sweet, shy clanswomen at the castle

I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door.

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

There must have been some sound that made me look up, but I wasn't aware of having raised my head. John Grey was standing in the doorway of my room. His neckcloth was missing and his shirt hung limp on his shoulders, wine spilled down the front of it. His hair was loose and tangled, and his eyes as red as mine. I stood up, slow, as though I were underwater. "I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door.

I only wondered Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have you Ã¢â'¬Â¦ been quite alone all this time? Since your wife died?

He cast a critical glance at the younger Charles, whose flushed face gave evidence that he had been hospitably keeping his guest company in his potations.

The company of plants is always soothing, and after the incessant—well, you couldn't call it sociability, exactly, but at least the incessant presence of people requiring to be conversed with, directed, hectored, scolded, conferred with, persuaded, lied to—that I had experienced over the last few days

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," he said. "What?" she said, startled. "Who said that?" "Should I be hurt that you didn't think it was me?" he said, laughing. "It's A. A. Milne. From Winnie-the-Pooh, if you can believe it.

the strain of unrelieved company for days on end rather got on my nerves. After a week of visiting, gossip, daily medical clinics, and the small but constant crises that attend living rough with a large family group, I was ready to dig a small hole under a log and climb in, just for the sake of a quarter hour's solitude.

And Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't bear to be alone and I couldn't bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink, For fellows whom it hurts to think.