Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Do ye not understand?"he said, in near desparation. "I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Perhaps it was only that the sense of reaching out to something larger than yourself gives you some feeling that there is… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, "… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
When I turned 35, I thought, 'Mozart was dead at 36, so I set the bar: I'm going to start writing a book on… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I stagger out of bed, take the dogs outside, and then I'll get a Diet Coke and a couple of dog biscuits and go… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“It was…hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell into the post, just—just hangin’ from the ropes, ken, wi’ the blood…runnin’ down my legs. They thought for a bit that I’d died—and Da must ha’ thought so, too. They told me he put his hand… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I discovered that, given the indescribable nature of what I write, the only way to sell it is to give people free samples. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you."One large hand rose to stroke my hair. "D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed?" "Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...'" "I give ye my body, that we may be one," he finished. "Aye, and I have kept… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I think characters are going to be, if not a reflection of the author, at least some refraction of some part of their personality. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
My husband asked me once why I read so many mysteries, and part of it is just intellectual, part of it is the joy… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“My Da says you’re never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
