For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.

you might not be the first person l kissed, but you will be the last' Jamie to Claire in Outlander (not word perfect)

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.

He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.