"weep for them," he whispered. "ye canna hold a ghost at bay."
"i can't. i'm afraid," i said, but i was already shaking with grief, tears wet on my face. "i can't!"
and yet i did. gave up the struggle and opened myself, to memory and sorrow. sobbed as though my heart would break - and let it break, for them, and all i could not save.
"let them come, and grieve them, claire," he whispered. "and when they've gone, i'll take ye home."

- a breath of snow and ashes, diana gabaldon