Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

The big Scot had sat by the man's side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser's gentleness.

Juniper, Pennyroyal, Lady's-vetch, … and the squat

If I find ye in one of those alcoves, Sassenach, the man you're with is dead. And as for you Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His hands twitched unconsciously in the direction of his swordbelt.

Or perhaps I should say—what England wants." He held out a glass to Grey, smiling. "For one can hardly separate your interests from those of your country, can one? In fact, I confess that you have always seemed to me to be England, John.

There is a saying, "In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king." I promptly invented its analogy, based on experience: "When no one knows what to do, anyone with a sensible suggestion is going to be listened to.

But as spring blooms, the birds grow drunk with love and the bushes riot with their songs.

I assure you, Mother," he said dryly, "you are undoubtedly the most interesting woman I've ever met." She snorted briefly and gave him a direct look. "I suppose that's why you haven't yet married, is it?" "I didn't think a wife needed to be interesting," he replied, with some honesty. "Most of the ones I know certainly aren't.

He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser.

Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.

Christ! Ye scairt the bowels out of me.

Looking at his horses," I said, putting a hand over my stomach in hopes of suppressing the resounding borborygmi occasioned by the sight of food.

I SLEPT THE sleep of the gardener, physical exhaustion leavened by tranquility

James Fraser," she said, tapping a couple of broad fingers on her knee and looking accusingly at Jenny. "How comes he not to be dead? News was he drowned." She cut her eyes at me. "I thought his lordship was like to throw himself in the harbor, too, when he heard it.

I want to protect ye, Sassenach—spread myself over ye like a cloak and shield you and the child wi' my body.

The ram, a huge wooly creature named Hughie, with testicles that hung nearly to the ground like wool-covered footballs, shouldered his massive way into the front rank with a loud and autocratic Bahh!

buildings; clearly the intention was to nudge

I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last night with the Ã¢â'¬Â¦ er Ã¢â'¬Â¦ actuality of the experience?

Joy was not quite universal; here and there, small parties of subdued Highlanders could be seen making their way across the hills, carrying the still form of a friend, plaid's end covering a face gone blank and empty with heaven's seeing.

It's a wise man who kens the limits of his knowledge

His own words brought back to him the letters he had written now and then. The phantoms, as he thought of them: letters he'd written to Jamie Fraser—honest, conversational, heartfelt, and very real. No less real because he'd burned them all.

like he wouldn't give the road to a bear.

You're honorable. I know it, and so do you." He smiled a little at that. "I try to be. But war's war, Sassenach. Honor only makes it a bit easier to live wi' yourself, afterward.

to meet her fate beneath the rowan trees in the hills near

crepuscle, the mysterious half-light that comes at both ends of the day, when the small secret things come out to feed. There