Diana Gabaldon Quotes

There must have been some sound that made me look up, but I wasn’t aware of having raised my head. John Grey was standing in the doorway of my room. His neckcloth was missing and his shirt hung limp o...

There was a rustle near his ear, and he turned his head to see the crow. It stood on the grass a foot away, a blotch of wind-ruffled black feathers, regarding him with a bead-bright eye. Deciding that...

There was a smell about the place, which I imagined as the smell of misery and fear, though I supposed it was no more than the niff of ancient squalor and an absence of drains.

There was another reason. The main one. Reason? I said stupidly. Why I married you. Which was? I don’t know what I expected him to say, perhaps some further revelation of his family’s contorted affa...

There was my acquaintance from the Porpoise; Lord John’s blond hair was hidden under a formal wig tonight, but I recognized the fine, clear features and slight, muscular body at once. He stood a littl...

There was plenty of the infusion left. I poured another cup and held it out to Lord John. Surprised, he sat upright and took it from me. And now that you’ve come, and seen him—do you still have feelin...

There were moments, of course. Those small spaces of time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark...

There were some chains you wore because you wanted to.

This is the grimoire of the witch, Geillis. It is a witch’s name, and I take it for my own; what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become. And

This was nonsense, he thought. The need of her was a physical thing, like the thirsty of a sailor becalmed for weeks on the sea. He'd felt the need before, often, often, in their years apart. But why...

Thou goest home this night to thy home of winter, To thy home of autumn, of spring, and of summer; Thou goest home this night to thy perpetual home, To thine eternal bed, to thine eternal slumber. Sle...

Thy life's journey lies along its own path, Ian, she said, and I cannot share thy journey - but I can walk beside thee. And I will.The woman standing behind them in the line heaved a deep, contented s...

Time makes very little difference to the basic realities of life

To hell with the Red Flower, I muttered. I seized one of the trout by the tail, ran forward, and belted the bear across the nose with it as hard as I could.

To my surprise, it was Lord John. But a Lord John I had never seen before. He was not so much disheveled as shattered, everything in order save his face. What? I said, deeply alarmed. What’s happened?

To take responsibility for the welfare of others made me feel less victimized by the whims of whatever impossible fate had brought me here,

To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to t...

Tom had automatically picked up the oily rag that lived on the corner of Grey’s desk and, with a dexterous flick, snapped a fat fly out of the air and into oblivion. Dead whale garnished with mint? Th...

Two hundred years from now, she had—I will? she thought wildly—stood in front of this portrait in the National Portrait Gallery, furiously denying the truth that it showed. Ellen MacKenzie looked out...

Uncomfortable, but safe,