“So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh,” he whispered. [snip] “And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.” The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine. “Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.” “That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose. “No,” he said. “That’s faith.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn ( Outlander #4)