Author of quotes: Diana Gabaldon. Page 7

Damn small distance between justice and cruelty...

I myself can stand the pain, its own, but could not bear yours. This required a lot more effort than I have.

- But there was still another reason. The most important one.
- Drive? - stupid I asked.
- Why I married you.
- What is the reason?
I never imagined I would hear. Further disclosure of complex family matters and relationships. But what he said just struck me.
- I wanted you. he turned to face me. More than anything in my entire life, ' he added quietly.
I stared at him. What I did not expect. He quietly continued:
When I asked my dad how do I know if it's a woman, he replied that the hour comes - and I have no doubt. And they were not. When I woke up in the dark under a tree on the road to Leoch, and you sat on my chest and cursed me for what I'm losing blood, I said to myself, "Jamie Fraser, even though you don't know, looks like this woman, even though she weighs like a good horse, but is it the most".

- How did you know? asked Hamish.
- Know what?
- What is the lady you need to marry, impatiently said the boy.
- Oh that! Jamie leaned back and leaned back against the wall, his hands behind his head. You see, I was once asked about my father. He said to me, you know. And if you do not know, so it's not the same girl.

- Oh, Jamie, I fucking love you!
And then it was his turn to laugh. He was bent almost in half, and then sat on the curb, overwhelmed with joy. Slow motion leaned back and lay down in the tall grass, gasping and squealing with laughter.
- What's wrong with you? - I stared at him.
After a laugh, he sat up and wiped his eyes. Breathing rapidly, he shook his head.
- Murtagh was right about women. Anglichanok for you I risked my life, I committed theft, arson and assault, and even killed a man. As a reward you will swear to me, humiliating my manhood kicked in the balls and scratched my face. Then I beat you half to death and told you about the most humiliating things for me, what ever happened to me, and you say you love me.

In twenty-three years easier to endure a massacre than a public spanking at sixteen. Wounded pride causes the big meal, and at that age especially.

Give me a hundred kisses,
Again, give a thousand and again a hundred...

He was on top of me, knees legs apart and I felt that give in - not even him but myself. Twenty-seven years of good education lost ground to the millennial instinct. The mind rebelled against that possessed me on the bare rock, close to the sleeping soldiers, and the body put up with it and, moreover, answered the call.

- It will disappear someday, Claire? The desire disappear?
My head fell back on his shoulder.
I don't know, Jamie. Really don't know.

- I have never been close to a woman... but I have hugged a few. - He smiled sheepishly and shook his head. - It wasn't the same. I mean, that kept women in an embrace and kissing them and...
He waved his hand, discarding is the last "and".
- It was nice, really nice. Her heart was beating, and the breath has become frequent, and all that. But it wasn't like that with you, when I hug and kiss you.
His eyes are the color of lakes and skies, I thought, and they are bottomless.
He reached out his hand and touched my bottom lip, touching the edge.
- Starts the same, but after a moment, he continued softly - after a moment, it seems to me that holding live fire.
He pressed harder, circling my lips and stroking his chin.
And I want only to throw myself into this fire and burn.

- These birds inhabit the souls of young mothers dead in childbirth, ' he said, turning towards me. - I say they scream and run around the nest, because I don't believe that the babies hatch safely. They grieve about someone you lost - looking for a child orphaned.
- I think it's just tradition, ' he said. Habit. I first made when I was much younger, after I heard this story. Actually I don't believe they have a soul, but, you know, like something out of a sense of respect...
Without finishing the sentence, he looked at me and suddenly smiled.
- I used to do it, I didn't even notice. In Scotland very few Plovers...
He got up and threw the twig.
- Went on. There's a place that I want to show you. Over there, at the top of the hill.
He took my elbow and helped me up off the ground. We began to climb the slope.
I heard what he said to Plover when he let her go. And although I knew very little Gaelic words, it's an old greeting I heard often enough to understand it. "The Lord be with thee, mother" - said Jamie.
A young mother died during childbirth. And the child who was left an orphan. I touched Jamie's sleeve, and he turned towards me.
- How old were you? - I asked.
- Eight, - he said. - Not a baby.
More he said nothing and led me higher up the hill.

I struggled with this for some time now. Before our comic wedding, I realize that it appeals to me. This has happened to me before, as it happens with almost every one of us. Sudden sensitivity to the presence, the appearance of a man - or woman. Watching him, satisfied with the "inadvertent" meetings, to see how he does his job, while experiencing the special feeling looking at moving under the shirt shoulders on the protruding bone of the wrist or to the place under the chin, where it begins to grow a beard.

He leaned over and pressed her lips to my lips. I had to kiss men, especially during the war when the flirting and constant novels were frivolous companions of death and uncertainty of the future. With Jamie it was different. Its exceptional tenderness no small me was not dictated by experience; rather it was the manifestation of the power conscious, but limiting yourself; challenge and encouragement are all the more remarkable that they did not was requirements.
I'm yours, like she said. And if you think I am, so...
I took my lips parted to meet his lips, Yes, I took all my heart and calling, and awakening.

He continued in the same recitative to list plants and animals from the Islands, and I sat and listened to his recitation and thought about how strange it all is: here I sit on the stone a Scottish body of water, heed Gaelic love song, and on my knees I have a large dead fish. And the strange fact that all this gives me genuine joy.