Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Diana GabaldonWe have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
Diana GabaldonTorn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.
Diana GabaldonIf ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.
Diana Gabaldon