Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still."   I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder.   "That's all right, Sassenach," he said, with a smile in his voice. "It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

And madness? Madness is the inability to communicate.

I start to think that I'm losing the love I have without having yet won the love I hope to win.

Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart.

Written By Kevyn Aucoin

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