You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
Memories, they remain raw even longer than wounds.
Wine is for drinking, not for selling.
The weight of what has happened here is too much for any one of us to bear alone. The only way we can live with it is to carry it together.[to Claire]
You tell me, Sassenach. You’re the one from the future.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
If you want to kill a snake, you cut off its head.
I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
Watch now on:
There’s no’ much I can say waking without it sounding daft and foolish, Sassenach. I can say things while you sleep. Your dreams will ken the truth of them.
The pain, fear, I revel in it.
The British and Americans. Two people separated by a common language.
That war brings risk should come at no surprise.
