Author of quotes: Diana Gabaldon. Page 11

I stayed modest, tactful, reasonable, not exposing themselves to the fore, dressed sorhakhutte and discreet - in short, an ideal wife of a teacher and a member of the Board of the College. Exactly to the moment, as tea was served.
Remembering this, I turned my hand palm up and looked at a long blister across the base of the four fingers. In the end, it's not my fault that Mr. Bainbridge, a widower, used cheap metal tea infuser instead of porcelain or China. And it's not my fault he kindly asked me to pour out the tea. and certainly not my fault that a cloth potholder was a hole and the red-hot handle of the kettle came into direct contact with the hand.
No, I decided. to leave kettle - a completely natural reaction. The kettle fell on his knees to Mr. Bainbridge is just unfortunate coincidence: somewhere I was supposed to leave him. The only problem is that I shouted: "Damn fucking kettle!" - Yes, and still such a voice, which Mr. Bainbridge, in his turn, uttered a loud exclamation, and my Frank threw me a scathing look over the top of dish with wheat tortillas.

There is no other place on earth where superstition and witchcraft are so closely be included in everyday life, as here, in the highlands of Scotland.

- What kind of dust did you put in TASCAM and banks?
Highlander pepper. Helps with hemorrhoids.
- Preparing for my close of the age? As it is very thoughtful of you, Claire!

- I do not make empty threats, anglichanok he said, raising one eyebrow, and do not give worthless promises.

- Therefore, true to say my mother, what will come and choose me a nice girl.
He reached out his hand and helped me up, then continued:
- I answered then, what to choose - men.
What did she say? - I asked.
- She made round eyes and said, "you know, my pretty little cock, know everything myself". He laughed again. So I found out.

Passion... It's usually between a nurse and a doctor or nurse and the patient, generally between people in the chance to more or less long time community.
This often leads to short, violent novels. If all goes well, the novel blazes brightly for a few months and fizzles. And if not... well, then, pregnancy, divorce, and even ridiculous case like venereal disease. Threat - that thing is passion.

People are gregarious animals out of necessity. They were in the cave times, when hairless, weak and defenseless, whose weapon was just a Ruse - he survived due to the fact that banded together; they realized that protection - in the multitude. This understanding came in the flesh and blood, it unconsciously controls the crowd. For uncounted, untold millennia, the exit of the pack, the juxtaposition of her meant death for someone who has decided to take this step. The confrontation of the crowd requires not only personal courage, it requires overcoming the age-old instinct.