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, 'til our Life shall be Done..

Hard to believe lightning can strike twice, but it surely did. The moment Caitriona Balfe came on screen, I sat up straight and said, ‘There she is!’….

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, a moth….

Lord that she might be safe. She and my children..

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I..

I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor….

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in th….

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well..

I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. 'My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back ….

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ….

Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary..

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me..

I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is m….

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I….

...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?.

forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfec….

There aren't any answers, only choices.

And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as tho….

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers..

Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases.