Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

You didn't know that Jamie was married?" He blinked, but not in time to keep me from seeing a small grimace of pain, as though someone had struck him suddenly across the face.

Boston is by all Accounts a perfect Hellhole of republican Sentiment

I don't know. She said you're born with the lines of your hand—with a life—but then the lines change, with the things you do, and the person you are.

Can I decline a nymph so divine? Her voice like a flute is dulcis; Her oculus bright, her manus white And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is. O how bella, my puella I'll kiss in secula seculorum; If I've luck, sir, she's my uxor, O dies benedictorum.

To know something was one thing - to be told another entirely. But I knew that

Perhaps Raymond was right, she added in a softer tone; it's only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it's only the hardness of the bone that's left.

Grey seized him by the shoulders, seeking to ease him back. "Henry, my dear. Do forgive me. I didn't mean—

No matter what," he whispered, "no matter where. No matter whether you're there to hear or not—I'll always sing for you.

I would ask the one thing of ye, lad—let it be the English. Not your ain folk.

Well, let them look, he thought, quelling the urge. It only matters if she's looking back, aye? He

Who makes a garden works with God.

Pfft," Fergus said, and pulled the cork. "In these times, there's little one can do that isn't dangerous. If I'm going to be killed for something, I should like it to be something that matters. If it's entertaining, so much the better.

Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming - did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gaping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it, Jamie, I do! And yet, so often I want' - my voice broke suddenly and I had to swallow hard before continuing - 'I want... to hold your head against my breast and cradle you like a child and comfort you to sleep.

The Indian was a gentleman named Sequoyah, somewhat older than the young Wilsons and their friends. He nodded soberly to Jamie, and swinging the bundle off his shoulder, laid it on the ground at Jamie's feet, saying something in Cherokee.

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

the frantic, reflexive Dear Lord, let it be all right of everyone facing crisis. Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the person praying starts to listen.

Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry's voice spoke in Grey's memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser's eyes.

splitting the crowd like vinegar dropped on mayonnaise.

just Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't feel properly toward a child that's not Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, not of my blood.

Do you know, what it is to love someone, and never be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness? 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?

Do what must be done, and then deal with the consequences.

Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. "You could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have helped," he said to Fraser. "Ye managed brawly on your own," Fraser assured him gravely, and to his mortification, Grey found that this word of praise gratified him exceedingly.

gossip, daily medical clinics, and

He felt a moment's passionate gratitude to her. He'd seen her look at the boy, and knew how she must feel. She'd known about the lad, of course, but seeing the flesh-and-blood proof that her husband had shared another woman's bed wasn't something a wife should be asked to put up with. Little wonder if she was inclined to stick pins in John, him pushing the lad under her nose as he had.