Diana Gabaldon Quotes

Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

I knew too well that deadness of heart; the sense of sleepwalking through days and lying open-eyed at night, finding no rest, knowing only emptiness that was not peace.

I said I was a virgin, not a monk, he said, kissing me again. If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.

Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach, he said simply.

There aren't any answers, only choices

Do you miss her greatly—your wife? I felt a bit hesitant about asking, but he didn’t seem to find the question intrusive.

I reached for a pair of my own, intrigued. Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments? Frank leered. You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts? Presumab...

Had no notion how much resemblance there was between what he was doing, and the original beliefs of the Iroquois,

I put a hand up to cup his cheek, warm and lightly stubbled. I didn't fool myself that this was paradise or even a refuge from the war - wars tended not to stay in one place but moved around, much in...

I do not understand men. That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn’t.

I was older, heavier, and completely berserk.

The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie’s cold blue gaze. Jamie set the hor...

You are alive. You are whole. All is well.

I am a sassenach, after all, I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. Aye, mo duinne. But you’re my sassenach.

Though. It isn’t necessarily easier if you know what it is you’re meant to do—but at least you don’t waste time in questioning or doubting. If you’re honest—well, that isn’t necessarily easier, either...

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?

Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in th...

He turned his head to look full at me, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette. Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach, he said softly. I hope ye willna have c...