“What part of your duty am I?"He squeezed her hand. "You're the ray of sun at the center of the storm.”

“A longer pause, and the carriage came to a halt. “I see very little difference,” he finally said into the quiet. “My life is duty. Essentially.” Miranda wasn’t certain if she hurt more for him or for herself. “What part of your duty am I?” He squeezed her hand. “You’re the ray of sun at the center of the storm.” It choked her up, that image.”

“No moon, sun, diamond, hands —fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea.pine green, pink glass, eye,mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.”

“Concentrate all your thoughts on the task at hand. The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus.”

“I wonder if I am capable of being somebody’s sun, somebody’s everything. Am I centered enough now to be the center of somebody else’s life?”

“He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" --Jamie”