Diana Gabaldon Quotes

A good marriage is one of the most precious gifts from God,

A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see...

A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

A pirate apparently also often referred to his penis as a yard. I

A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.

A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent is entirely benign—or at least you hope so—but you are laying violent hands o...

According to the vicar, many of the local folk thought the War was due in part to people turning away from their roots and omitting to take proper precautions, such as burying a sacrifice under the fo...

Actually, it’s your kilt that makes me want to fling you to the floor and commit ravishment, I told him. But you don’t look at all bad in your breeks. [....]Take them off, he repeated firmly. He stepp...

Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink, For fellows whom it hurts to think.

Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. The grave’s a fine and private place/But none, I think, do there embrace.

All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a

All mankind is of one author, he said slowly, and is one volume. When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so transl...

All of them, I said firmly, all four of them; they wanted what was best for you. Best for me, he repeated bleakly. Right. His knuckles had gone white again, and he gave me a look through narrowed eyes...

All the sounds of the house, from the creak of the back stair under an early-rising maid’s foot, to the drumming rain on the roofslates, were sounds he had heard a thousand times before; heard so ofte...

Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness.

Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

An unfortunate affair of the heart! He smiled grimly, dipping his pen. Perhaps Hal had a greater sensitivity than he’d thought, in so describing it. But then, all his affairs had been unfortunate, sin...

And I don’t recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications—but not nearly as many as marriage.