Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

wasn't crying. Grief and shock simply overflowed; I could not contain them.

The Governor glared at him for a moment, lips pressed tight, but then his shoulders sagged in defeat. "I will," he said shortly. "But I should regard it as a great personal favor if you would endeavor not to be captured.

house, its solid

Home is the place where, when ye have to go there, they have to take ye in'?

What happened, she says! Aye, what indeed? I tell ye to stay all snug below wi' Marsali, and next thing I ken, ye've dropped out of the sky and landed at my feet, sopping wi' blood!

Who—" My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. "Who is his mother?" Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. "Was. She's dead.

I'll try verra hard, John." The Governor sat down, wearily. There were deep circles under his eyes, and his impeccable linen was wilted; obviously he had not changed his clothes from the day before. "All right. I don't know where you're going, and it's likely better I don't. But if you can, keep out of the sealanes north of Antigua. I sent a boat this morning, to ask for as many men as the barracks there can supply, marines and sailors both.

Despite the disorder, he knew where the decanters were kept, and quickly had his guests supplied with whisky. He'd put quite a lot of soda in Brianna's, but noticed that she sipped at it as though her glass contained ant spray, rather than the best Glenfiddich single malt. Claire, who took her whisky neat by request, seemed to enjoy it much more.

Some o' the auld women at Lallybroch say ye were a wisewoman—a white lady, or maybe even a fairy. When Uncle Jamie came home from Culloden without ye, they said as how ye'd maybe gone back to the fairies, where ye maybe came from. Is that true? D'ye live in a dun?

I was born almost exactly nine months after my parents' marriage," he said, giving me a hard look. "Did they deceive my father? Or did my mother play the whore with her groom before she wed?

The greylag mate for life. If ye kill a grown goose, hunting, ye must always wait, for the mate will come to mourn. Then ye must kill the second, too, for otherwise it will grieve itself to death, calling through the skies for the lost one.

There is no more perfect stillness than the solitude in the heart of a snowstorm

EÄŸer ölürsem, diye f?s?ldad? karanl?kta. Beni takip etme. Sen çocuklara laz?ms?n. Onlar için kal. Ben beklerim. -Jamie.

suppose—maybe medicines? They're covered

Mr. Bodley was already tottering toward them under the weight of a tea tray laden with seedcake, sponge cake, strawberry jam, marmalade, hot buttered crumpets in a basket wrapped in white linen, scones, clotted cream, almond biscuits, sardines on toast, a pot of beans baked with bacon and onion, a plate of sliced ham with gherkins, a bottle of brandy with two glasses, and—perhaps as an afterthought—a steaming teapot with two china cups and saucers alongside.

I said I don't propose to die," William assured him. "And I don't need help.

The man's a Scot, wee Fergus." Jamie's voice was as calm as his face, but I heard the small note of strain in it. "Whisky's what he wanted.

Slightly shorter than the common height, Grey found himself at a disadvantage in crowds.

le Comte Saint Germain," he said, and paused

He shook his head, and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that

He's so distraught about that woman that I dinna think he even remembers he's the heir to the thrones of Scotland and England," Jamie said, returning from one of these expeditions.

Then I was flying down the hill, with Jamie just before me, arms flung wide, the two of us flying together on that same wind.

Jamie rose to take our leave, but Grey stopped him. "Wait. Will you not require a safe place for your—for Mrs. Fraser?" He didn't look at me, but at Jamie, eyes steady. "I should be honored if you would entrust her to my protection. She could stay here, in the Residence, until you return. No one would trouble her—or even need to know she was here.

as strong as lust, was the desire simply to be taken, to have him master me, quell my doubts in a moment of rough usage, take me hard and swiftly enough to make me forget myself.