I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

I 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.

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

I was born for you" -Claire Fraser, Outlander