You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

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

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ." He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…." He shook his head slowly. "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye," he said softly. "Just then.

Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk." You aren't standing up." he point out. You are.

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.