Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

and tacksmen pay the Watch to keep an

He was overcome with a sudden sense of premonition, though he did not believe in premonition. He felt things in motion around him, things that he did not understand and could not control, things settling of themselves into an ordained and appointed position, like the revolving spheres of his father's orrery—and he wished to protest this state of affairs, but could not.

peering at the crest, with its faded leopard couchant

Da," she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. "Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No. It's only … simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she'd imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

Åžimdiye kadar 18.yüzy?l leydilerinin bay?lmas?n?n korselerinin s?k? olduÄŸundan dolay? düÅŸündüÄŸümü fark ettim ama ÅŸimdi nedenini daha iyi görüyordum,bay?lma sebepleri 18.yüzy?l erkeklerinin ahmakl???ndan kaynaklan?yordu.

Je suis prest." I am ready.

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.

fact been no more than a small skirmish between the MacKenzies and a detachment of English troops on their way to join the main body of the army. Said army was even now assembling

According to the vicar, many of the local folk thought the War was due in part to people turning away from their roots and omitting to take proper precautions, such as burying a sacrifice under the foundation, that is, or burning fishes' bones on the hearth—except haddocks, of course," he added, happily distracted. "You never burn a haddock's bones—did you know?—or you'll never catch another. Always bury the bones of a haddock instead.

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying, And it is enough.

his hesitation. "Is it a

Claire's hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them and give it shape, would hand Jamie her thoughts as she spoke them, smooth and polished objects, bits of sculptured air.

If either of them stops shouting long enough to hear the other, they'll be hurting each other's feelings.

Just as a signpost warns of rockfalls near a cliff-edge, the standing stones were meant to mark a spot of danger. A spot where Ã¢â'¬Â¦ what? Where the crust of time was thin? Where a gate of some sort stood ajar? Not that the makers of the circles would have known what it was they were marking. To them, the spot would have been one of terrible mystery and powerful magic; a spot where people disappeared without warning. Or appeared, perhaps, out of thin air.

so he died, at the conclusion of an eminently useful life, and thus obtained his crown in Paradise.

Well, ye're kind, too," he said, considering. "Verra kind. Though ye are inclined to do it on your own terms. Not that that's bad, mind," he added

like that! Here, just let me tuck that bit in for ye.

No," I agreed dryly. "I don't suppose he'd have been pleased, no matter what you said." "He wasn't. He backhanded me across the mouth, to shut me up.

Marketing with a small baby was more like a ninety-minute expedition into Darkest Borneo, requiring massive amounts of equipment and tremendous expenditures of energy.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you? Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Boxing the Jesuit?" Stephan nudged Grey with an elbow, and raised thick blond brows in puzzlement. "Cockroaches? What does this mean, please?" "Ahhh…" Having no notion of the German equivalent of this expression, Grey resorted to a briefly graphic gesture with one hand, looking over his shoulder to be sure that none of the women was watching. "Oh!" Von Namtzen looked mildly startled, but then grinned widely. "I see, yes, very good!

He pulled himself gently from my grasp without answering and stood back, suddenly a figure from another time, seen in relief upon a background of hazy hills, the life in his face a trick of the shadowing rock, as if flattened beneath layers of paint, an artist's reminiscence of forgotten places and passions turned to dust.