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Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too.
But the speech of the heart is louder than the words of any oath spoken by lips alone.
“the point of hunting is to kill something. The point of going to war is to come back alive.”
Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame for many things, it was not to blame for everything. Nor was harm all that had come of it.
“The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe—no matter what tomorrow may be.”
I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that so doing will keep it from departing.
“To see the years touch ye gives me joy, Sassenach,” he whispered, “—for it means that ye live.”
“A little learning is a dangerous thing—a fool wi’ a blade by his side in a scabbard is safer than a fool who thinks he kens what to do with it.”
“The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.”
“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 didna have time.”
