Diana Gabaldon Quotes

I stagger out of bed, take the dogs outside, and then I'll get a Diet Coke and a couple of dog biscuits and go upstairs. By the time I've consumed my Diet Coke and had a quick run through the morning...

He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers. You’re back, I said, rather inanely. I...

I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jamie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest....

You do mean it, then, I said. You feel … er … betrothed to her? Well, of course he does, Sassenach, Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. He left her his dog.

That's what he got for neglecting his work to go on wild-goose chases to impress a girl

I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach. His hand cupped my breast, gently now. I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.

I only wondered … have you … been quite alone all this time? Since your wife died?

It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not survive the passage back to daily life. Each time, the passage became more diff...

Don’t be afraid, he whispered into my hair. There’s the two of us now. I felt warm, soothed, and safe.

I suppose so. An oath was an oath, though I rather wondered if Hippocrates ever ran into this sort of situation himself. Possibly he did; the ancient Greeks were a violent lot, too. The

One never stops to think what underlies romance. Tragedy and terror, transmuted by time. Add a little art in the telling, and voilà! a stirring romance, to make the blood run fast and maidens sigh.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

But it wouldn’t have half the power of a story in which Jamie and Claire truly conquer real evil and thus show what real love is. Real love has real costs—and they’re worth it. I’ve always said all my...

He wiped the sweat from his face on his sleeve, squared his shoulders, and strode back into the fray. All there was to do was his duty.

I filled the cups with brandy, sat down again, and fixed John Grey with a narrow eye. What are you doing here? I said, without preamble. He opened his light blue eyes very wide, then lowered his very...

She had dark hair, very wavy, bound back from her brow with a rose-colored ribbon but falling loose down her back, nearly to her waist. He had actually raised a hand to stroke it before catching hold...

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

Well, that’s of no consequence just now. But he did not tell you—that is—has he not told you about Willie? I stared at him blankly. Who’s Willie? Instead of explaining, he bent and opened the drawer o...

It's as though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.

No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ... He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face.To know what?...