Diana Gabaldon Quotes

They’re girls, she replied briefly. They were born in danger and will live their lives in that condition, regardless of circumstance.

They’re girls, she replied briefly. They were born in danger and will live their lives in that condition, regardless of circumstance. But

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

This wife you have, Bird said at last, deeply contemplative, did you pay a great deal for her?She cost me almost everything I had, he said, with a wry tone that made the others laugh. But worth it.

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 and the light, when both and n...

Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. Oh, God, he...

Thus invited, I could hardly not look at him. And in all truth, I wanted to, out of simple curiosity. He was trim and lightly built, but muscular and solid. A little softness at the waist, but no fat—...

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There’s the always preexisting, and having no end. There’s the notion of being all powerful—because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not moun...

Tiptoeing silently up behind her in my stockinged feet, I shoved her headfirst into the armoire, and slammed the door on the heaving, shrieking mass beneath the pile of fallen dresses within. Turning...

To have ye with me again, to talk wi' you, to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts. God, Sassenach the Lord knows I am as lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands fro...

To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct. And I feared I did not have it, and fearing, was ashamed.

Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise

Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach,’ he said softly. ‘I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.’ The

Twilight was coming on, and so was a storm. In the eerie light beneath the clouds, even the thoroughly modern houses along the road looked as ancient and as sinister as the weathered Pictish stone tha...

Two things weren’t. The silver bracelet he had given her—and her grandmother’s pearls. Jesus bloody Christ. He looked again, just to be sure, dumping out the glittering junk and spreading it on his co...

Ute McGillivray looked like a Valkyrie on a starchy diet;

We believe the light of Christ is present in all men—though in some cases, perceiving it is somewhat difficult,

We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.

Well, I don’t suppose it’s an impt—impeddy—impediment, after all. Not as though he’d lost his cock, I mean. He hasn’t, has he?

Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you. He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk-clad shoulder....