Written in My Own Heart's Blood (Outlander, #8)

by Diana Gabaldon

Once on his feet, he found that he could make shift to stagger a few inches at a time, and Prudence and Patience at once rushed up to seize him by the elbows, in the manner of small flying buttresses.

“We believe the light of Christ is present in all men—though in some cases, perceiving it is somewhat difficult,”

Anthony Cumberpatch. It did tickle Sergeant McLehose, bein’ foreign and soundin’ like ‘cucumber patch.’

“Oh, so you didn’t like him,” I observed, and he gave me a small snort. “No, I didn’t,” he said, nudging his horse into a walk.

Jamie and Hamilton both

“But what if you’d been born elsewhere, maybe to a different family?” “Well, I wouldna be who I am, then, would I?” he said logically, and smiled at me.

I didn’t know what it was about red hair, but many years’ experience with Jamie, Brianna, and Jemmy had taught me that while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty stomach was a walking time bomb.

“Pardon, madame!” he exclaimed, and, seizing my hand, bowed low over it and kissed it. “Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette, à votre service!”

That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?”

Beauchamp’s gaze was locked with his, and the air between them was … electric. Oh, I thought, glancing from one to the other, suddenly enlightened. Oh.

They were ROOMMATES!

You’re too old to be given it and too young to take it.”

EVEN PEOPLE WHO WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN DON’T WANT TO DIE TO GET THERE

Haha, I see what you’re doing

“And here, of course, is the best man,” I heard John whisper to Hal. Rollo stalked in at Ian’s heel, disregarding the further stir he caused.

a marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it.

We all listened with her. And the silence kindled slowly into light.

She’s fucking with us on purpose

I suppose men can make all the laws they like,” he said, “but God made hope. The stars willna burn out.” He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. “And nor will we.”

(The Aunt has annoyingly died,

“I respect your devotion to your duty, General,” Jamie said, quite seriously. “And may God be with ye. But I won’t.”