Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
you might not be the first person l kissed, but you will be the last' Jamie to Claire in Outlander (not word… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Ye werena the first lass I kissed,” he said softly. “But I swear you’ll be the last.” And he bent his head… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I kissed his cheek, damp and salty. I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I would.” He kissed the top of my head. “I saw Ian’s face; it was like his own flesh was being torn,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always.… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out."… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Then kiss me, Claire,” he whispered. “And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.” I… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He kissed my forehead gently. "Loving you has put me through hell more than once, Sassenach; I'll risk it again, if need… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
…but Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.” He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Ye can at least promise me the victory,” he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question. “Yes,” I said,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Well,“ I said, attempting a smile, “at least we know Frank is safe, after all.” Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows… — 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
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
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
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
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
“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… — 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
“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… — 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
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
When you're an artist, you can't write with the intent of affecting anyone. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“I didn’t answer, occupied in dissolving the penicillin tablets in the vial of sterile water. I selected a glass barrel, fitted a needle, and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
