It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.
Diana GabaldonI stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
Diana GabaldonI know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
Diana GabaldonI do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.
Diana Gabaldon