Diana Gabaldon Quotes

Blessed are those who eat greens, for they shall keep their teeth. Blessed are those who wash their hands after wiping their arses, for they shall not sicken. Blessed are those who boil water, for the...

But Grey had refused to abandon Rodrigo, and so had Azeel. She had brought him slowly, slowly back to humanity—and then had married him, to the extreme horror of everyone in King’s Town. He’s got back...

But I do know. At the same Time, I cannot be sure how the Things that I know will come about. Am I meant to be in some Way Part of this? Should I hold back, will that somehow damage or prevent the Suc...

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it. So.

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

But do you think he foresaw that Twelvetrees would call him out? Well, yes, I suppose he did, Hal answered himself. Twelvetrees couldn’t do otherwise. But does Fraser want this duel? Grey saw what his...

But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says I am, and forms the core of personality.

But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser’s last kiss soft as the wind on...

But how shall I tell ye all these things, he said, the line of his mouth twisting. And then say to you—it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?

But some memories he seized, no matter how painful they were. The feel of his da’s hands, hard on his arms, holding him steady. The guards had been taking him somewhere—he didn’t recall and it didn’t...

But to return to thy question, we consider our life here on earth to be a sacrament, lived in the light of Christ. There may be an afterlife, but as no one has come back to say so, it’s a matter of sp...

But we must not judge, thee knows, most particularly by appearance. Even one who seems most frivolous, spendthrift, or light-minded yet has a soul and is valuable before God.

But when I lay wi’ Emily—from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again. He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. My soul didna wander while I slept—when I slept wi’ her.

Catholics don’t believe in divorce, Bree had informed him once. We do believe in murder. There’s always Confession, after all.

Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?

Claire? he said, a question in his voice. I stopped, hand on the doorknob, feeling quite queer; he’d never called me by my name before. It took a small effort to look over my shoulder at him, but when...

Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me. He was right; nothing did.

Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.

Da mi basia mille, he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. Dein mille alt...

Damn Frank! he said ferociously. Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall—er, God rest his soul, I mean, he amended hastily, crossing himself.