Diana Gabaldon Quotes

And I looked, held prisoner, bound to him. Looked, as he dropped the last of his masks, and showed me the depths of himself, and the wounds of his soul. I would have wept for his hurt, and for mine, h...

And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse. To think you’ve a brain as well!

And if she had not come back to me...if you had not come...if I had known for sure that both of you were dead...Then I would still have lived...and done what must be done. So will you.

And if there was eternity, or even the idea of it, then perhaps Anselm was right; all things were possible.

And in the shadow of the square below, a small movement betrayed the presence of a man. Waiting. Roger closed his eyes, cold rising from his bare feet up his body, seeing in his mind the sudden vision...

And that knowledge, bred in the bone, is what lies behind mob rule. Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years death to the creature who dar...

And that, ma chère madame, is all I can tell you—no more than I can tell any troubled soul who comes to me for advice: put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. He shoved the fresh pastry toward m...

And then, when he had told all he could, Fraser had laughingly revealed that the woman was his wife. They’d all laughed; he could hear the ribald Scottish voices now, hilarious in memory. Grey rolled...

And when I'd lost him this time, to the sea, I'd remembered the sense of him beside me, warm and solid in my bed, and the rhythm of his breathing. The light across the bones of his face in moonlight a...

And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire--- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you. --Jamie

And you know bloody well that you mostly cant help them anyway; they've got to do it--or not--themselves.

And, Sassenach, he whispered, your face is my heart.

And … I couldn’t bear to be alone and I couldn’t bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.

Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.

As Grey put his hand on the pommel, he heard a low Scots voice murmur in his ear: Queen’s rook to king eight. Check. Grey laughed out loud, a burst of exhilaration pushing aside his disquiet. Ha, he s...

As I leaned against the wall, trembling in the shadows, the door to the Governor’s quarters opened, and the Governor came out, returning to his party. His face was flushed and his eyes shone. I could...

As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity.

Aye, I see. Aye well, I suppose if I shall be in Scotland, and still married to you—then maybe ‘when’ doesna matter so much.

Aye, lass, courage like that is uncommon rare. It wasna ignorance, mind; he’d just seen two men flogged and he knew the same was coming to him. It’s just he had made up his mind there was no help for...

Aye, verra good. Now then, if ye’ll just put your hands above your head and seize the bedstead— You wouldn’t! I said, and then lowered my voice, with an involuntary glance toward the door. Not with Ma...