Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

in Paris of any substance over the last months, and they're united in basic disinterest." He smiled wryly. "Money's none so plentiful that anyone wants to back a dicey proposition like the Stuart restoration." "And that," I said, stretching my back

we must find ye something decent to wear." "But we can't afford—" "It's an investment," he said

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in

the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

The sacrifice," she said, suddenly impatient. "It gives ye a greater range. And at least a bit of control, so ye have some notion how far ye're going. How did ye get to and fro three times, without blood?

The Big Books of the main series deal with the lives and times of Claire and Jamie Fraser. The shorter novels focus on the adventures of Lord John Grey but intersect with the larger books (The Scottish Prisoner, for example, features both Lord John and Jamie Fraser in a shared story). The novellas all feature people from the main series, including Jamie and/or Claire on occasion. The description below explains which characters appear in which stories

SonsuzluÄŸun yan?nda günler ve haftalar?n ne anlam? ola bilirdi ki?... Bu bir anlamda insana huzur veren bir fikirdi. EÄŸer sonsuz zamana sahip olsayd?k, yaÅŸad???m?z anlar çok daha hafif yükler verirdi bize.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul

remember that—before Bree was born." But I had had one tie then; I had her, to anchor me to life.

If everyone can do it, it's science. If only a few can, then it's witchcraft, or superstition, or whatever you like to call it, she said. But it's real.

Echada en el suelo, con los paneles tallados del techo parpadeando tenuemente sobre mí, me encontré pensando que, hasta entonces, siempre había creído que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo XVIII se debía a los corsés apretados. Pero no, se debía a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo.

There was plenty of the infusion left. I poured another cup and held it out to Lord John. Surprised, he sat upright and took it from me. "And now that you've come, and seen him—do you still have feelings?" I said. He stared at me for a moment, eyes unblinking in the candlelight. "I do, yes." Hand steady as a rock, he picked up the cup and drank. "God help me," he added, so casual as almost to sound offhand.

Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head.

I had turned the earth in my garden the day before, planting the winter seeds to sleep and swell, to dream their buried birth.

Adaletle zorbal?k aras?nda çok ince bir çizgi var.

about things. And once I got old enough for such a thing to be a possibility, he told me that a 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

As the world turns toward winter and the nights grow long, people begin to wake in the dark. Lying in bed too long cramps the limbs, and dreams dreamt too long turn inward on themselves, grotesque as a Mandarin's fingernails. By and large, the human body isn't adapted for more than seven or eight hours' sleep—but what happens when the nights are longer than that?

When God closes a door, he opens a window.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, till our Life shall be Done.

means. To be what I am doesna mean only that I'll spill my own blood when I must. It means I must sacrifice other men to the ends of my own cause—not only those I kill as enemies, but

Bazen en piÅŸmanl?k duyaca??m?z hareketler en iyi sonuçlar? doÄŸururlar.

The only thing you can do—the only thing—is to try for the one who's in front of you. Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world—because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can.

I gathered that the chamber pot was for use in inclement weather or other emergency, as normally the ladies' modesty required stops every hour or so, at which point the passengers would scatter into the roadside vegetation like a covey of quail, even those who did not require relief of bladder or bowels seeking some relief from the stench of Mr. Graham's asafoetida bag