marissa

“She has seen it all, the cruel greed of men and faeries, and she wants only to live in her cottage and keep the lamplight on and hold her family close.”
― Laurie Lico Albanese, Hester

“And I—so proud of self-sufficiency at one time—could not bear the thought of loneliness again.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

“Yes, there was forgiveness; she must find a way to forgive the man, for her own sake. But he was a different matter. “ ‘Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.’” He whispered it to himself. Then he looked up, away from the safe small glow of hearth and home, to the flaming glory of the stars above. “The hell it is,” he said, aloud, shamed but defiant. It was ungrateful, he knew. And wrong, forbye. But there it was, and no use to lie either to God or to himself about it. “The hell it is,” he repeated, louder. “And if I am damned for what I’ve done—then let it be! She is my daughter.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

“Scots have long memories,” he’d said, “and they’re not the most forgiving of people. There’s a clan stone out there with the name of MacKenzie carved on it, and a good many of my relatives under it.” He had smiled then, but not in jest. “I don’t feel quite so personal about it as some, but I haven’t forgotten either.” No, not conquered. Not through a thousand years of strife and treachery, and not now. Defeated, scattered, but still surviving. Like Ian, maimed but upright. Like her father, exiled but still a Highlander.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn