Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Once a man has lived under arms, I suspect he is marked for life.In fact I have heard it remarked that old soldiers never die; they just fade away.

What he felt, though, was the echo of her flesh, and the reverberations of their farewell, with all its doubts and pleasures.

I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear

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," I said, and my voice shook. "That's why I'm so afraid. I don't want to be half a person again, I can't bear it.

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.

Cómo andan? -preguntó, pretendiendo demostrar cierta despreocupación. -¿Quiénes? ¿Te refieres a Brianna y Roger?. -¿A qué otros, si no? -dijo, dejando a un lado sus pretensiones-. ¿Va todo bien entre ellos?. -Creo que sí. Se están acostumbrando de nuevo el uno al otro. -¿ Lo hacen?. -Sí -dije, mirando de reojo a la cabaña--Roger acaba de vomitar en la falda de Brianna.

Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?" he whispered. "I am," she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but hard enough for him to feel the hurt of it. "And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death—and to be without thee is what I fear most.

Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things spiraled slowly out of control.

Anybody messes with the girls, we'll take care of him right smart," the elder Wurm assured Ian. "It's not that hard," the other said honestly. "Break just one of them bastards' noses with a hoe handle and the rest of 'em settle right down.

Jesus H. Christ!" I exclaimed. I felt it again, unbelieving, but there it was. "You always said your head was solid bone, and I'll be damned if you weren't right. She shot you point-blank, and the bloody ball bounced off your skull!" Jamie

The flame of Brianna's head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie's dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all—and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other. MacKenzie

I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

Something wrong with short men, is there?" Roger inquired. "They tend to turn mean if they don't get their way," Claire answered. "Like small yapping dogs. Cute and fluffy, but cross them and you're likely to get a nasty nip in the ankle.

Venemous," Jamie corrected him. "If it bites you and makes ye sick, it's venemous; if you bite it and it makes ye sick, it's poisonous.

ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK—NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER

Oh, foisted, is it? cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!

I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind." Buck's brows rose at that. "Constructed?" he echoed, surprised. "Who builds God?

Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole, I had found it useful.

You'll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans," I answered. "Two minutes doesn't deserve any more than a giggle.

Some were in Gaelic and some in English, used apparently according to which language best fitted the rhythm of the words, for all of them had a beauty to the speaking, beyond the content of the tale itself.

But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing.

To take responsibility for the welfare of others made me feel less victimized by the whims of whatever impossible fate had brought me here

It was Jamie's fear that he would lose her—that she would go, swing out into a dark and solitary space without him, unless he could somehow bind her to him, keep her with him. But, Christ, what a risk to take—with a woman so shocked and brutalized, how could he risk it?

Quite without thought, he glanced at his left hand, and saw the ghost of the scar at the base of his thumb, the "C" so faded that it was scarcely visible. He had not noticed it or thought of it in years, and felt suddenly as though there was not air enough to breathe.