Diana Gabaldon Quotes
This wife you have, Bird said at last, deeply contemplative, did you pay a great deal for her? She cost me almost everything I had, he said, with a wry tone that made the others laugh. But worth it.
Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.
You'll lie wi' me now," he said quietly. "And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it.
It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.
Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.
What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously. "I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained.
He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
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.
Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours.
Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.
you might not be the first person l kissed, but you will be the last' Jamie to Claire in Outlander (not word perfect)
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.
But 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.
I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?
Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.
I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful?Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.
Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him, I wrote, with more confidence. It can't be done. More important -- don't let him try to change you. He can't do it either, but men always try.
It's always better if they see. Then they don't imagine things. So I didn't imagine, I remembered.
You're beautiful to me, Jamie, ” I said softly, at last. “So beautiful, you break my heart.
All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.
Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.
I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.
True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled - yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed.
No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.
He has cat blood, I reflected sourly, no doubt that was how he managed to sneak up on me in the darkness.
The law's a necessary evil--we canna be doing without it--but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?
Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.
And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?
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.
Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. 'The grave's a fine and private place/ but none, I think, do there embrace.
Mo Nighean donn, " he whispered, " mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness…
...knowing what o'clock it is gives ye the illusion that ye have some control over your circumstances.
If I die, " he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.
Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad."You do remember your father?"No. I remember yours.
...seeking refuge from a world in which huge and mysterious forces were let loose to destruction.