Diana Gabaldon: Trending quotes (page 7)

“He blinked, and his eyes moved at last from her face, slowly taking in her appearance, and- with what seemed to her a new and horrified awareness- her height.

"My God," he croaked. "”

“…… what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.”

“Oh, Lord!" This must be what it's like to make love in Hell," he whispered. "With a burning she-devil.”

“He's a man… and that's no small thing to be.”

“You're mine, mo duinne… Mine alone, now and forever… Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach… I want to own you, to posses you, body and soul." pge 319”

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

“Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.”

“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.”

“Our lovemaking was always risk and promise-for if he held my life in his hands when he lay with me, I held his soul, and knew it.”

“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach," he murmured. "I never said I was.”

“The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.”

“I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.”

“I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands,” he said softly. “And you know that.”

“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.”

“Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way… but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man.”

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

“If one day, a bhailach… ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.”

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

“He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" --Jamie”