Diana Gabaldon Quotes

I’ve thought that perhaps that’s why women are so often sad, once the child’s born, she said meditatively, as though thinking aloud. Ye think of them while ye talk, and you have a knowledge of them as...

A SERIES OF SHORT, SHARP SHOCKS

People often say that women forget what childbirth is like, because if they remembered, no one would ever do it more than once. Personally, I had no trouble at all remembering. The sense of massive in...

Eğer ölürsem, diye fısıldadı karanlıkta. Beni takip etme. Sen çocuklara lazımsın. Onlar için kal. Ben beklerim. -Jamie.

JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MACKENZIE FRASER,’ she read aloud. Yes, I know him. Her hand dropped lower, brushing back the grass that grew thickly about the stone, obscuring the line of smaller letters at...

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?

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

Jamie was real, alright, more real than anything had ever been to me, even Frank and my life in 1945. Jamie, tender lover and perfidious blackguard.

Go down, she said, and tell them the MacKenzies are here.

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...

I … am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last night with the … er … actuality of the experience?

Well, from what I have heard of the Scotch Highlanders, there is little to choose between them and the red men for barbarous conduct.Nonsense, said Jamie, sounding not the least offended. The red sava...

If he kept the man himself at a distance, perhaps he could also keep at bay the memories he stirred. And the feelings.

Well, I said, attempting a smile, at least we know Frank is safe, after all.Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other. Damn Frank! he said ferociously. Damn all Randalls! Damn...

You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with...

John stood waiting, shivering, as the sound of hooves and voices went past. Who might it be? Not soldiers; there was no sound of brass, no jingling spurs or arms. The sounds faded, and Jamie turned ba...