“Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.” horace

 

“He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. Silent, too, but not like the stars. Falling snow whispered secrets to itself.

“And you are a fanciful idiot,” he said out loud.”

― Diana Gabaldon, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade