Was a struggle to choose one’s own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?
There is a fine line sometimes, between justice and brutality.
The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven…
That’s what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye’d otherwise have to confess.
That loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing.
Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable.
Oh, aye, Sassenach, I am your master… and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object.
Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations.
If you’re sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down, and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you’ll be fightin’ all your life.
Gentle he would be, denied he would not.
For most folk, what they want and what they get are no the same thing.