" Good luck will do,” he said, and his hand tightened on mine…. “I love ye does much better.”
He touched my hand, lifted his own and touched my hair, my face, looking into my eyes as though to capture my image in this moment- just in case it should be his last glimpse of me.
“There may come a day when you and I shall part again,” he said softly, at last, and his fingers brushed my lips, light as the touch of a falling leaf. He smiled faintly. “But it willna be today. "

― Diana Gabaldon , The Fiery Cross (Outlander, #5)