Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.

Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.

If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie

"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.