Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

She and her mother both gave that odd impression of having been outlined somehow, drawn with such vivid strokes and delicate detail that they stood out from their background as though they'd been engraved on it.

remained on hands and knees, eyes narrowed thoughtfully

I felt sick when I thought of the end—but I really wanted to remember how. How it felt, and how I did it, so maybe I can do it again, with Roger.

and she supposed that it was perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking.

Murray took William's choler for confusion, though, and chose to elucidate.

Tu comprends, mon enfant, mon fils? Comprends-tu? Jamie to Fergus

I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate," Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. "You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.

friend's face that something terrible had happened. The fact that he was seeing Jamie Fraser's face at all was evidence enough of that, never mind the look of the man.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

TWO DOWN," Roger whispered.

STINKING PAPIST

It is strange," Mr. Willoughby said, and the air of reflection in his voice was echoed exactly by Jamie's, "but it was my joy of women that Second Wife saw and loved in my words. Yet by desiring to possess me—and my poems—she would have forever destroyed what she admired." Mr.

Don't tell me you didn't think of that when you decided to come here.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I said bleakly. "But I don't know, any more than you.

Creo que cualquier lugar en el que viva gente durante mucho tiempo probablemente absorba una parte de ellos. No hay duda de que las casas afectan a las personas que viven en ellas

At first he had thought the loneliness would kill him, but once he had learned it would not, he came to value the solitude of the mountainside.

That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

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

This particular patient was lying on his back, under the lantern, his working eye half closed, singing to himself in German. He desisted when I came in, and turned his head to see who it was, blinking at sight of my armament. "Are we expecting imminent invasion and capture?" he asked, sitting up. "Lie back down. No, this is Jamie being provident.

Might there be common ground for them, a historian and an engineer? He facing backward to the mysteries of the past, she to the future and its dazzling gleam? Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him, and he thought perhaps it didn't matter that they faced in opposite directions—so long as they faced each other.

No, blast it! I can't even shoot the bastard, without dishonoring my brother's sworn word!

It's a poem, or part of one. Daddy always used to say it, when he'd come home and find Mama puttering in her garden—he said she'd live out there if she could. He used to joke that she—that she'd leave us someday, and go find a place where she could live by herself, with nothing but her plants.

in which these exchanges were conducted

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.