Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

In all honesty, the story plays out this way because (bear in mind that I wrote it for practice and never intended to show it to anyone, let alone try to publish it) I'd read several romance novels in which the heroine was threatened by rape or actually raped—and having already decided in a moment of whimsy that Jamie should be the virgin bridegroom…I sort of shrugged and said, "Hey, turnabout's fair play….

I kept thinking—how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John—will ye know about John?

box with me, so there was little I could

Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgement, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicion that a just Providence, seeing the DeVanes so well endowed with physical beauty, had determined that there was no reason to spoil the work by adding intelligence to the mix.

To have the injured husband regard him calmly and say merely, "Oh? Why?" was not merely unexpected but Ã¢â'¬Â¦ infamous. Absolutely infamous. "Why?" John Grey repeated, incredulous. "Did you say 'Why?' Ã¢â'¬Â "I did. And I should appreciate an answer.

came a day when the food

If thee thinks the spirit of God is necessarily logical, thee know Him better than I do." She

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you," he said. "What?" she said, startled. "Who said that?" "Should I be hurt that you didn't think it was me?" he said, laughing. "It's A. A. Milne. From Winnie-the-Pooh, if you can believe it.

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

Un libro —cualquier libro— tenía un significado que iba mucho más allá de su contenido para un hombre que hubiera vivido en un tiempo en el que se tenía muy poco acceso a la palabra escrita

He told me. About everything.

61 ULTIMATUMS Great Alamance Camp May 16th 1771 To the People now Assembled in Arms, who Style themselves Regulators In Answer to your Petition, I am to acquaint you that I have ever been attentive to the true Interest of this Country, and to that of every Individual residing

A government derives its powers from the just consent of the governed," I quoted, nodding. "For a Committee of Safety to have any legitimacy, there needs to be an obvious threat to the public safety. Clever of the Browns to have reasoned that out." He gave me a look, one auburn brow raised. "Who said that? The consent of the governed." "Thomas Jefferson," I replied, feeling

Don't be afraid of unimagined possibilities; imagine the possibilities and then imagine what you'll do about them.

holes in his back that he

Yes, she said. Jamie's part of me. So are you. ... But neither of you is all of me, she said softly, back turned. I am... what I am. Doctor, nurse, healer, witch - whatever folk call it, the name doesn't matter. I was born to be that; I will be that 'til I die. If I should lose you - or Jamie - I wouldn't be quite a whole person any longer, but I would still have that left...

would I come one day to a point when nothing in me stirred to the sound of a crying baby, to the scent of a man aroused, to the brush of my own long hair against the skin of my naked back? And if I did come to such a point—would I mourn the loss, I wondered, or find myself peaceful, left to contemplate existence without the intrusion of such animal sensations?

No dicen que la felicidad es la persona capaz de hacer que uno se recomponga cuando está roto?

I've always known I've lived a life different from other men. One day I turned around and looked back and saw that each step I'd taken was a choice. A choice between right and wrong, between love and hate. Sometimes between life and death. And the sum of those choices becomes your life.

They have neither the skills nor the interest to become arbiters of truth and decency for society as a whole. How could they be expected to solve the problem that even the organs of democracy couldn't?

date of our first anniversary, Jamie had been in the Bastille, and I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had been in

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

She was ten when our mother died, Jenny

John—well." He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. "I couldna give him what he wanted—and he is friend enough not to ask it.