Diana Gabaldon
Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.Collection: Romance
If ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.Collection: Men
I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.Collection: Imagination
D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.Collection: Heart
While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.Collection: Dream
I'm afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. Men tend to be very colorful when you're picking shrapnel out of them.Collection: Men
I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.Collection: Years
Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.Collection: Heart
Do ye not understand?"he said, in near desparation. "I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye!" He honestly thought it mattered.Collection: Feet
That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage JamieCollection: Teenage
So remember it, lad. If your head thinks up mischief, your backside's going to pay for it. Brian Fraser to young JamieCollection: Thinking
So long as my body lives, and yours -- we are one flesh," he whispered, "And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire -- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.Collection: Long
"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.Collection: Firsts
If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.Collection: Broken
Gentle he would be, denied he would not.Collection: Would Be
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.Collection: Doors
Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?Collection: Laughing
He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.Collection: Fall
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.Collection: War
Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand moreCollection: Kissing
For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go.Collection: Dream
If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.Collection: Dark
We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.Collection: Lying
Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and ye say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand to me, wiping his eyes with the other. "You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine. Let's go.Collection: Eye
Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.Collection: Lying
I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again." "As for my pleasure..." His lip twitched. "I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it." He crooked a finger at me. "Come here.Collection: Forgive Me
Home is the place where they have to take you inCollection: Home
Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.Collection: Dream
Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.Collection: Regret
I'll scream!" "Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs.Collection: Next
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.Collection: Bulls
Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk." You aren't standing up." he point out. You are.Collection: Drunk
Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?Collection: What If
I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn’t manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vaguely realized that he was still almost berserk; he had no English.Collection: Pain
Really love him, I mean," Geilie persisted. "Not just to bed him; I know you want that, and he does too. They all do. But do you love him?" Did I love him? Beyond the urges of the flesh? The hole had the dark anonymity of the confessional, and a soul on the verge of death had no time for lies. "Yes," I said, and laid my head back on my knees. It was silent in the hole for some time, and I hovered once more on the verge of sleep, when I heard her speak once more, as though to herself. "So it's possible," she said thoughtfully.Collection: Lying
Has he come armed, then?” she asked anxiously. “Has he brought a pistol or a sword?” Ian shook his head, his dark hair lifting wildly in the wind. “Oh, no, Mam!” he said. “It’s worse. He’s brought a lawyer!Collection: Dark
And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.Collection: Memories
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.Collection: Beautiful
I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.Collection: Names
......what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.Collection: Doe
I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie FraserCollection: Naked
I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer's block.Collection: Block
Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours.Collection: Dad
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.Collection: Song
He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.Collection: Noses
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.Collection: Sleep
He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.Collection: Children
He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.Collection: Memories