Diana Gabaldon Quotes

A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And i...

A party at which the guests are all of the beautiful persuasion tends to be dull indeed, as they have no conversation that does not pertain to themselves. A successful gathering requires a number of t...

A shy smile touched the corner of his mouth, and he hitched himself up against the pillow. I … am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last n...

A vida entre acadêmicos ensinara-me que uma opinião bem expressada em geral é melhor do que um fato mal expressado no que diz respeito a progresso profissional.

Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world—because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that’s all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones yo...

Advice? You're too old to be given it and too young to take it.

Ah? he said, vaguely. No, I dinna think so. Still, he said with a smile, pulling his attention suddenly back to her, I wouldna be likely to. A young burke of sixteen’s too taken up wi’ his own grand s...

Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.

All I want, she said softly to the dark, 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 single death the key to the gate that bars memory.

All over the clearing, the same thing was happening; the women gave not an inch, but their men stepped out before them. Anyone coming into the clearing would think that the women had melted into invis...

All right. Go and find them. I’ll come in the morning—at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right? Awright, she whispered, and laid a small white hand on his chest, just over his heart. Sank...

Alright, all right, I said. What if I tell you a story, instead? Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. Oh, aye, he said, sounding much happier. What sort of story is it?

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

An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie’s heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfat...

And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.

And I tell you what, L.J.; you see all these people you haven't seen for twenty years, and there's this split second when you meet somebody you used to know, and you think 'My God, he's changed!,'and...

And below, the notebook filled with fine cursive script, laying out in strict order conclusion and delusion, mingling myth and science, drawing from learned men and legends, all of it based on the pow...

And damn you, too, Claire Randall Fraser, while I'm at it! he said. Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second y...

And his release began, deep inside me, without his moving, shivering through his body so that his arms trembled, the ruddy hairs quivering in the dim light, and he dropped his head with a sound like a...