Diana Gabaldon Quotes

I, um, had had it in mind to take Azeel and Rodrigo with me to South Carolina. But they may be helpful to the present venture, if…er…if Rodrigo is sufficiently recovered. Has he been ill? Worry crease...

It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no te...

Lord John William Grey, aged sixteen and filled to the brim with regimental notions of gallantry and noble purpose, bruised, shaken, and fighting the pain of his broken arm, had tried to bargain, to s...

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we h...

Looking down on the assembly, standing patiently in the drizzle awaiting a verdict, I suddenly had a vivid understanding of something. Like so many, I had heard, appalled, the reports that trickled ou...

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway.

We stood wrapped in each other’s arms, taking comfort from our family below, yearning for the others we might never see again, at once at home and homeless, balanced on a knife edge of danger and unce...

It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives - maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.

Let’s go. Jamie’s hand was firm on my arm, and I made no protest. Following Jared, guarded by the sailors, we stole away from the quay, surreptitious as though we had started the fire.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad.You do remember your father?No. I remember yours.

Roger Wakefield: ésta es mi hija, Brianna. Brianna Randall dio un paso adelante con una sonrisa tímida.

It … wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It … ehm … well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she’s … pleased. In bed, you mean. It wasn’t a question. So do men. Sometimes. You idiot!...

My love, he whispered. Oh, my love. I do want ye so.

Not everyone who goes through the stones comes out again. His look sharpened. How d’ye ken that, Sassenach? I can—I could—hear them. Screaming. I

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, I said, spacing the words, formally, the way Jamie had spoken them to me when he first told me his full name on the day of our wedding.

Now they think you’re mad; then they thought you were a witch. Cultural mores,

Ye werena the first lass I kissed, he said softly. But I swear you’ll be the last. And he bent his head to my upturned face.

You do know that women aren’t rational, don’t you? I do. Neither are men. Well, you have a point,

Pleasure? Her voice rose behind me, incredulous. Ye mean some women like it?

What is it, love? I whispered. Jamie, I do love you. I know it, he said quietly. I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye wh...