Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

I feel like that all the time, Sassenach, he said, his voice a little husky. His fingers curled over mine. When I wake sometimes in the early morning, and I see ye there beside me. I doubt you're real. Until I touch ye-or until ye fart.

that every human soul had a destiny and had a duty to find and fulfill it.

I have been in perturbation of mind for days, debating whether I shall write it, and now, having written, whether to send it.

When the day shall come that we do part, he said softly, and turned to look at me, if my last words are not 'I love you' - ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

Quien hace caso de los chismorreos acabará oyendo calumnias sobre sí mismo tarde o temprano

A man who spends his time pokin' his ....... nose into other's sinfulness has nay time to tend his own.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

What's that you two were shouting at each other?" He put his hands to his mouth and hooted, "GOOOOOON!" in a deep, echoing voice that made the others laugh. "Have ye never heard a war cry before?" Jamie asked, shaking his head at such ignorance. "Ye shout it in battle, to call your kin and your clan to your side.

Brianna was twenty-three. She might be no more than in her mid-thirties by the time Jem was fully independent. And if he no longer needed her care—she and Roger might possibly go back. Back to her own time, to safety—to the interrupted life that had been hers by birth. But only if she had no further children, whose helplessness would keep her here.

To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

She gave him a long, level look. "And how does thee know that the Lord has not spoken to me, as well?" His eyes twinkled behind his spectacles. "I am happy for thee. What did He say?" "He said, 'Keep thy fat-headed brother from committing suicide, for I will require his blood at thy hand,' " she snapped, slapping his hand away from the bridle. "If we are going to join the army, Denny, let us go and

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.

Washington knew what he was about, though; he listened more than he talked, and when he said something, it was to the point.

No man owns his own life," he said. "Part of you is always in someone else's hands.

sedition, was it? I was aware that smuggling was nearly

Grey took three steps back and watched as two little boys rushed out of the crowd, their faces bloated with fright, and ran off up the street.

shoved those pusillanimous images firmly back into the

you do for shock? Hot liquids, blankets. Brandy.

Sanctuary. But even reaching for that sanctuary, they'd known that war touches everyone and everything in its path.

I pulled the chemise off

We didn't always get on, you know that, but…yes. We respected each other; that counts for a lot. And we liked each other, in spite of everything. Yes

The English officer was coming back toward the cabin, passing within a few feet of me. I glanced up, and my hands froze. He was tall, slender but broad-shouldered, and I would have known that long stride, that unself-conscious grace, and that arrogant tilt of the head anywhere. He paused, frowning, and turned his head to survey the littered field. His nose was straight as a knife blade, just that tiny bit too long.

June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge

man must be responsible for any seed he sows, for it's his duty to take care of a woman and protect her. And if I wasna prepared to do that, then I'd no right to burden a woman with the consequences of my own actions.