Diana Gabaldon Quotes

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...

Death walks at night in the aisles of a sick ward, searching for those whose defenses are lowered, who may stray unwittingly into its path through loneliness and fear.

I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank...

Ahora sé por qué los judíos y los musulmanes tienen novecientos nombres para denominar a Dios; al amor no le basta con una palabra.

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

Hello, I said softly, one hand over the butterfly wings that beat inside me.

Double, double toil and trouble, he chanted under his breath. Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, in the caldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue o...

Toulouse-Lautrec syndrome. I had never seen a case before, but I had heard it described. Named for its most famous sufferer (who did not yet exist, I reminded myself), it was a degenerative disease of...

Three days before his scheduled departure, he rose in the morning with the conviction that he must speak with Fraser, somehow. Not in the stiff manner of an interview between paroled prisoner and offi...

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

THE MAN IN THE WOOD

Circumspect. I

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...

He didn’t speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his—flesh of his flesh.

So remember it, lad. If your head thinks up mischief, your backside's going to pay for it. Brian Fraser to young Jamie