Diana Gabaldon Quotes

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

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

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

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.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

There aren't any answers, only choices

You are safe," he said firmly. "You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well. The man willna lay hands on ye again, while I live.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?

I'll leave it to you, Sassenach," he said dryly, "to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.

Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?

Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.

Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

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, 'til our Life shall be Done.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser

Don't be afraid. There's the two of us now.

Harmless as a setting dove," he agreed. "I'm too hungry to be a threat to anything but breakfast. Let a stray bannock come within reach, though, and I'll no answer for the consequences.

"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.

What underlies great science is what underlies great art, whether it is visual or written, and that is the ability to distinguish patterns out of chaos.

Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

My father liked me, when I wasna being an idiot. And he loved me, too -- enough to beat the daylights out of me when I was being an idiot. Jamie Fraser

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?