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Time and chance

This book delves into the intricate relationship between time and chance, examining how they shape our lives and the universe. It explores the nature of time, its passage, and the unpredictable nature of chance events, offering insights into the human condition and the mysteries of existence. more

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Sharon Kay Penman
Sharon Kay Penman

Sharon Kay Penman is an American historical novelist known for her profound understanding of medieval British history. Her works are renowned for their detailed historical accuracy and rich imagination, making them highly popular among readers. more

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“He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.”

“Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.”

“Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?”

“Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusements, etc, is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we are probably giving away too little. If our charities do not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say they are too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditure excludes them.”

“You're wrong," I told her. "I lost that faith a long time ago." She looked at me as I said this, an expression of quiet understanding on her face. "Maybe you didn't, though," she said softly. "Lose it, I mean." "Lissa." "No, just hear me out." She looked out at the road for a second, then back at me. "Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.”