Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Wengeful," she said. "Wery wengeful, 'e is. But oo'd blame him?" Oo, indeed? (A Fugitive Green)

But places held tight to the things that had happened in them, and to come again to a place you had once lived was to be brought face-to-face with what you had done there and who you had been.

There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?" He

What the devil did ye tell me for, ye wee idiot?" he said under his breath, urging his horse up into a gallop. "What did ye think I'd do?" Just what ye damn well did was the answer. John hadn't resisted, hadn't fought back. "Go ahead and kill me," the wee bugger had said. A fresh spurt of rage curled Jamie's hands as he imagined all too well doing just that.

of a musket ball embedded in his

Weel, lass, d'ye mean us to stand here until we're melted away like sugar in a dish o' tea?

Tha gràdh agam ort, mo chridhe

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." The

filature—a facility for raising silkworms

You don't forget. You simply get to the point where you don't care what birth will feel like; anything is better than being pregnant for an instant longer. I'd reached that point roughly two weeks before my due date. The date

You never knew, when you took farewell of someone, whether it might be the last time. The least you could do was say you loved them—and she wished she had. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and, as they swung out to go around the first curve, threw a kiss to the distant figure, still standing in the road.

Mac had found him. A big hand had suddenly reached down and grabbed him, and the next minute he was lifted up, bruised and scraped and bleeding but clutched tight against the Scottish groom's rough shirt, strong arms holding him as though they'd never let him go.

Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.

Ian made a dissentient noise through his nose. Aye, and if I were to try bein' a Friend, who would there be to protect the lot of 'em? Rachel and her brother and Dottie, I mean. Ye ken that, don't ye? That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?

horse," he repeated, drying his hand on his breeches. "You can't make a horse do anything. You see what he's going to do and then you tell him to do that, and he thinks it's your idea, so next time you tell him

In war, government and their armies were a threat, but it was so often the neighbors who damned or saved you.

Jamie," I said, suddenly thinking of something, "do you speak German?" "Eh? Oh, aye

I—yes. All right.

Do you know," he said again, softly, addressing his hands, "what it is to love someone, and never—never!—be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?" He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. "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?

What is pulpo?" he asked, returning to the office and sitting down opposite Malcolm. "Octopus," Malcolm replied, emerging from the folds of a linen towel with which he'd been wiping dirt from his face. "Why?" "Just wondered.

Il venait parfoid chez Alex quand je m'y trouvais, mais, le plus souvent, il m'attendait, tapi sous une porte cochère, et surgissait du brouillard derrière moi. C'était éprouvant pour les nerfs : j'avais l'impression d'être poursuivie par le fantôme de Frank.

circumspect. I

He'd told Jamie Fraser the truth—the whole bloody truth—and

balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his