#Claire Beauchamp

[scullysconstant]

I’m not as brave as I was before ye ken, not brave enough to live without you anymore.

2.13 | 7.15

[hmione]

“To see those years touch you gives me joy. for it means that you live.”

Outlander Season 7 Episode 15

[outlandernetwork]

she asked forgiveness, and i gave it. but the truth is, i'd forgiven everything she'd done, and everything she could do, long before that day. for me, that was no choice. that was falling in love.

[blmoon99]

[queens-of-my-life]

Caitríona Balfe as Claire Fraser in Outlander 7x16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"

[elephantlovemedleys]

“Because I wanted you.” He turned from the window to face me. “More than I ever wanted anything in my life,” he added softly.

[lilpotatjj]

I'm so NOT sorry for adding some thoughts from Cait..about Sam's ramrodding down at Caitriona🤭 wify felt a little caught and couldn't believe hubby said things like that AGAIN in front of an interviewer🤣

[theseekeroftruth]

The words of Love

[fernvehx]

“You are my courage, as I am your conscience. You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?”

[freshwaterlily]

OUTLANDER 1x01 | “Sassenach”

[hisuchanly]

Outlander 7x14 "Ye Dinna Get Used To It"

- You believe him?

- I do. He's an unscrupulous bastard, loyal to no one but himself, but...

[scullysconstant]

Do not leave me, Claire.

7.03 | 7.15

[sassenach77yle]

Outlander 7x16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"

Fanny’s face was still blotched from crying, but she had herself more or less back in hand, and she nodded soberly, moving aside a little. The small bundle of possessions she had brought with her was unrolled, revealing a pathetic little pile of items: a nit comb, the cork from a wine bottle, two neatly folded hanks of thread, one with a needle stuck through it, a paper of pins, and a few small bits of tawdry jewelry. On the quilt was a sheet of paper, much folded and worn in the creases, with a pencil drawing of a girl. “One of the men dwew—drew—it, one night in the salon,” Fanny said, moving aside a little, so we could look. It was no more than a sketch, but the artist had caught a spark of life. Jane had been lovely in outline, straight-nosed and with a delicate, ripe mouth, but there was neither flirtation nor demureness in her expression. She was looking half over her shoulder, half smiling, but with an air of mild scorn in her look. “She’s pretty, Fanny,” Jemmy said, and came to stand by her. He patted her arm as he would have patted a dog, and with as little self-consciousness. Jamie had given Fanny a handkerchief, I saw; she sniffed and blew her nose, nodding. “This is all I have,” she said, her voice hoarse as a young toad’s. “Just this and her wock—locket.” “This?” Jamie stirred the little pile gently with a big forefinger and withdrew a small brass oval, dangling on a chain.

“Is it a miniature of Jane, then, or maybe a lock of her hair?” Fanny shook her head, taking the locket from him. “No,” she said. “It’s a picture of our muv—mother.”

She slid a thumbnail into the side of the locket and flicked it open. I bent forward to look, but the miniature inside was hard to see, shadowed as it was by Jamie’s body. “May I?” Fanny handed me the locket and I turned to hold it close to the candle. The woman inside had dark, softly curly hair like Fanny’s—and I thought I could make out a resemblance to Jane in the nose and set of the chin, though it wasn’t a particularly skillful rendering.

Behind me, I heard Jamie say, quite casually, “Frances, no man will ever take ye against your will, while I live.” There was a startled silence, and I turned round to see Fanny staring up at him. He touched her hand, very gently. “D’ye believe me, Frances?” he said quietly. “Yes,” she whispered, after a long moment, and all the tension left her body in a sigh like the east wind. Jemmy leaned against me, head pressing my elbow, and I realized that I was just standing there, my eyes full of tears. I blotted them hastily on my sleeve and pressed the locket closed. Or tried to; it slipped in my fingers and I saw that there was a name inscribed inside it, opposite the miniature.

Faith, it said.

24 Alarms by Night~GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE

[outlandernetwork]

the stars willna burn out, and nor will we

JAMIE and CLAIRE FRASER in OUTLANDER SEASON 7B

[blmoon99]

[shaunashipmn]

OUTLANDER ⇢ 1x01 | SASSENACH

I'd never put any stock in superstition, and my Catholicism was nominal at best. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs. Graham's words had a ring of prophecy. The war had taught me to cherish the present because tomorrow might not ever come to pass. But what I didn't know at the time was that tomorrow would prove less important than yesterday.