Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

No matter how much one knows that something dreadful is going to happen in the future, one somehow never thinks it will be today.

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to

The humming noise disturbed him. It wasn't in his ears but in his body—under his skin, in his bones. It made the long bones of his arms and legs thrum like plucked strings, and itched in his blood, making him want constantly to scratch. Fiona couldn't hear it; he'd asked, to be sure she was safe before letting her help him. He

I knew an old lady in the Highlands once, who said the lines in your hand don't predict your life; they reflect it.

He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun.

therefore you have little guidance other than your own conscience and the hand of God. I cannot tell you what you should do, or not do.

intended to repel Evil, which are the constant Accompaniment to their Conversations with myself.

Did ye not mean to go to Confession yourself?" Jamie asked, stopping near the church's main door. There was a priest in the confessional; two or three people stood a discreet distance away from the carved wooden stall, out of earshot, waiting. "It'll bide," Ian said, with a shrug. "If ye're goin' to hell, I might as well go, too. God knows, ye'll never manage alone." Jamie

THE MULE DISLIKES YOU

Fois shìorruidh thoir dha," he echoed. God rest his soul.

Post coitum omne animalium triste est

we might as well be afloat as earthbound, the heave and fall beneath me the rise of planking, and the sound of the pines the wind in our sails.

da mi basia mille, diende centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Ma chère, I serve a man who multiplied the loaves and fishes"—he smiled, nodding at the pool, where the swirls of the carps' feeding were still subsiding—"who healed the sick and raised the dead. Shall I be astonished that the master of eternity has brought a young woman through the stones of the earth to do His will?

motioned to the sergeant-major to turn the prisoner around to show his back.

Jamie replied with what I had come to think of as a "Scottish noise," that indeterminate sound made low in the throat that can be interpreted to mean almost anything. This particular noise seemed to indicate some doubt as to the likelihood of such a desirable outcome.

But Ã¢â'¬Â¦ do you actually do anything?" I asked. "Er, pray, I mean?" "I? Well," he said slowly, "I sit, and I look at Him." A wide smile stretched the fine-drawn lips. "And He looks at me.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, he said softly. Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away.

You want to anchor the scene with physical details, but by and large it's better to use sensual details rather than overtly sexual ones.

Oh, yes," I said. "My favorite was one I picked up from a Yank. Man named Williamson, from New York, I believe. He said it every time I changed his dressing." "What was it?" " 'Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,' " I said, and dropped the sugar lump neatly into Frank's coffee.

There was a third brother who became a curate, but I don't know much about him…

The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie's cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse's hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his , looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, "No.

Really rather fascinating, you know," he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush. Harking to the call of a kindred spirit, Frank at once settled down to the mating dance of academe, and they were soon neck-deep in archetypes and the parallels between ancient superstitions and modern religions. I shrugged and made my own way through the crowd to the bar and back, a large brandy-and-splash in each hand.

Je ne suis que le laird, pas Dieu. Mais la frontière est parfois ténue entre la justice et la barbarie. J'espère simplement que je suis du bon côté. Je