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

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

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

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

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.

One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

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

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

Light of star gives light on space.Light of God gives birth to all stars.

Your dream doesn't have an expiration date.Take a deep breath and try again....

Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.

Life is a MISSIONFulfilled through our VISIONLive life well this SEASONYou were born for a REASON...

When you learn your lessons, the pain goes away.

When you start a movie... when it's a short, people don't care... but when it's a feature they want money.

I lived in Italy for three years and wanted no part of the country's disreputable way of life.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly.

If there were a ritual dance of the androgyne, Tai chi as performed by this master could be that dance. It is neither a masculine dance nor a feminine dance. It has the strength and grace of both.

You don't understand anything unless you understand there are at least 3 ways.