Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And Sassenach, he whispered, Your face is my heart

A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

Sassenach," he said against my shoulder, a moment later. Mm?" Who in God's name is John Wayne?" You are," I said. "Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears.

There's nay shame to ha' fallen in battle, mo caraidh, he said softly. The greatest of warriors may be overcome.

The truth is always of use, madonna," he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. "It has the value of rarity, you know.

Ahora sé por qué los judíos y los musulmanes tienen novecientos nombres para denominar a Dios; al amor no le basta con una palabra.

And you know bloody well that you mostly cant help them anyway; they've got to do it--or not--themselves.

Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with the scars of sacrifice and labor. Marked also with the signs of my love, the crude repairs done in pain and desperation. Blood of my blood, bone of my bone Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Your face is my heart, Sassenach," he said softly, "and love of you is my soul. But you're right; ye canna be my conscience.

I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?

It wasn't the tree of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, after all; it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge might be a poisoned gift—but it was still a gift, and few people would voluntarily give it back.

When a man dies, it's only him," he said. "And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. "A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ infinite possibility.

Will you bloody say something? I demanded at last, in a voice that shook oiliv a little. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Jesus, he whispered at last.

He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.

Sometimes a shadow rises, and death lies nameless in the dark.

Y cuando mi cuerpo perezca, mi alma todavía será tuya, Claire. Juro por mi esperanza de ganarme el cielo que no seré separado de ti. Nada se pierde, Sassenach; sólo se transforma. -Eso es la primera ley de la termodinámica -dije secándome la nariz. -No -respondió-. Eso es fe.

Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?

He said the greatest thing in a man's life is to lie wi' a woman he loves

There were still choices to be made, decisions to reach, actions to take. Many of them. But in one...single declaration of intent, we stepped across the threshold of war.

Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is, it is a love always of control; one is in charge, the protector, the watcher, the guardian—there is great passion in it, to be sure, but never abandon.

But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?" he whispered.

We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.

My first coherent thought was, "It's raining. This must be Scotland.

A man should pay tribute to your body, he said softly... For you are beautiful, and that is your right.