Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

It's only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it's only the hardness of the bone that's left.

I was in the heart of chaos, and no power of mind or body was of use against it.

I have yearned always," he said softly, "for love given and returned; have spent my life in the attempt to give my love to those who were not worthy of it. Allow me this: to give my life for the sake of one who is.

No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me.

You have lost your mind,Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose.

I'll be setting off just after the Angelus bell- at noon, I mean - should that suit your honors.

Getting fully into the spirit of the thing, I finished off my masterpiece with a rude word

Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, "—but far more dangerous.

Then open your legs for me, there's a good lass no, a bit wider, aye?" He

Aye, verra good. Now then, if ye'll just put your hands above your head and seize the bedstead—

Like forgiveness, it was not a thing once learned and then comfortably put aside but a matter of constant practice—to accept the notion of one's own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates.

He reached forward then and took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

The words were before him, and yet I thought he wasn't reading them from the paper, but from the pages of his memory, from the open book of his heart.

well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?

You carry me with ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let you go. No, I said softly, nor can you leave me. No,he said, half-smiling.For I have kept the the last of the vow as well. I could feel the warm breath of his words upon my ear, whispered in the dark. For I give ye my spirit,'til our life shall be done.

was slipping, and his face had gone as white as my own. He looked down again, avoiding my stricken gaze. "I suppose all I was wondering," he murmured, "was…was he…was he different from me?" I saw him bite his lip as though wishing the words unsaid, but it was far too late

He choked, laughed in a shocked way, wept a little more

I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.

Go down," she said, "and tell them the MacKenzies are here.

Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed. That's the first law of thermodynamics, I said, wiping my nose. No, he said. That's faith.

I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing.

It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with lets so stumpy that they appeared to have been amputated. With large, liquid eyes and a sturdy long tail in constant motion, it resembled nothing so much as and exceedingly amiable sausage.

Una dama novelista me dijo una vez, que escribir novelas era arte de caníbales, pues uno mezcla con frecuencia pequeñas porciones de sus amigos y sus enemigos, los sazona con imaginación y permite que todo eso se cocine en un sabroso guiso