You are my courage, as I am your conscience. You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?
But if a man’s bound to go to the devil, he’ll find a way to do it, no matter where ye set him down.
But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.