An Echo in the Bone (Outlander, #7)

by Diana Gabaldon

Like forgiveness, it was not a thing once learned and then comfortably put aside but a matter of constant practice—to accept the notion of one’s own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates.

“Fuirich agus chi thu.” “What?” He stared at me. “Gaelic,” I said, with a small, deep twinge. “It means ‘Wait and see.’