Diana Gabaldon Quotes

This certainly isn’t the first time you’ve slept—I do mean slept with—a woman, is it? I asked. He had been married, though I seemed to recall that he had spent much of his married life living separate...

That’s not what I asked, she said, a noticeable edge in her voice. I asked why my father shot him.He sighed. She could have found gainful employment with the Spanish Inquisition, he thoughtruefully; n...

I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eight...

For if you feel for me as i do for you - then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

They

I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.

The difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has...

To the taste of breasts like apricots, the warm scent of a woman’s navel when she wakens in the winter, the warmth of a mound that fills your hand like a peach, split with ripeness.

İnsan hayatın ve sonsuz varlığın getirdiği bitmez düşüncelere bazen ara vermek istiyordu, varlığının doğası nasıl planlanmış olursa olsun, oradan kaçmak istiyordu.

I had no need to ask or to wonder whether he would keep his word. He had freed me once from Wentworth, because he had given his word to do so. His word, once given, was his bond. Jack Randall was a ge...

That only by forgiveness could she forget—and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

Took his lug and a wee bit o’ the side of his face, as well. Not that it will ha’ impaired his beauty ower-much, the ugly wee pusbag.

He touched his cheek, where the darker line of a scar sliced across the ruddy skin; a memento of the scandalous duel that had sent him into exile at Ardsmuir. God knows what you did to be sent here, G...

THE MAN IN THE WOOD

I have yearned always, he said softly, for love given and returned; have spent my life in the attempt to give my love to those who were not worthy of it. Allow me this: to give my life for the sake of...

The other men also disarmed, as was suitable in the house of God, leaving an impressively bristling pile of lethality in the back pew.

Reached out and squeezed Fiona’s hand. She

Superstition and sensation are always so much more appealing than truth and rationality. The

I know I’m shocked, I told him, but I’m sure I’m neither delusional nor hearing things. Why the bloody hell are you saying that, for God’s sake?! I rose abruptly, wanting to strike him. He saw it and...