Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.

We thought you were dead, you bloody arsehole!" he said, furious. "Both of us! Dead! And we—we—took too much to drink one night—very much too much Ã¢â'¬Â¦ We spoke of you Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Damn you, neither one of us was making love to the other—we were both fucking you!

His Grace woke up in the morning red-eyed as a ferret and in roughly the same temper as a rabid badger. Had I a tranquilizing dart, I would have shot him with it without an instant's hesitation.

Roger, listening intently, couldn't keep from asking a question at this point. Is it true Colonel Stark said 'Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes?' Lee coughed discreetly. Well sir. I couldn't say for sure as no one said that, but I didn't hear it myself. Mind, I DID hear one colonel call out, 'Any whoreson fool wastes his powder afore the bastards are close enough to kill is gonna get his musket shoved up his arse butt-first!

Jamie felt a strong desire to go across and see what the open books were, to go to the shelves and run his knuckles gently over the leather and wood and buckrum of the bindings until a book should speak to him and come willingly into his hand.

Eres sangre de mi sangre y huesos de mis huesos.Te doy mi cuerpo para que los dos seamos uno.Te doy mi espíritu para que los dos seamos uno.

The greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.

While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie

But what I do say is that there is nothing in this world or the next that can take ye from me—or me from you.

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

Sorcha," he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach.

Thee is my wolf," she'd said to him. "And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home." "And sleep at thy feet," he'd replied.

Don't move, Sassenach, Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still. I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder. That's all right, Sassenach, he said, with a smile in his voice. It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

Never,he whispered to me, face only inches from mine. Never, I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the intensity of his gaze. A gentle, inexorable pressure turned me back to face him, as the small, rhythmic movements went on. No, my Sassenach, he said softly. Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I know what I have done to you. Look at me.

Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like, he said, but God made hope. The stars willna burn out. He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. And nor will we.

Oh, aye, Sassenach," he answered a bit ruefully. "I am your master … and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

If I'd known I should meet a damn bear, Jamie said, grunting as he lifted another stone into place, I would have taken another path.

when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

Money might not buy happiness, I reflected, but it was a useful commodity, nonetheless.

The law's a necessary evil--we canna be doing without it--but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?

I want him." I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch. I want him." I wanted him still, and nothing whatever could stand between us.

My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to the unlocking of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen--until I had walked into the print shop in Edinburgh, and the mechanism had sprung free with a final, decisive click.

It's a bit undignified to get into, but it's verra easy to take off How do you get into it? I asked curiously. Well, ye lay it out on the ground, like this -he knelt, spreading the cloth so that it lined the leaf-strewn hollow- and then ye pleat it every few inches, lie down on it, and row. I burst out laughing, and sank to my knees, helping to smooth the thick tartan wool.