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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b4b955b | There's nay shame to ha' fallen in battle, mo caraidh," he said softly. "The greatest of warriors may be overcome." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 94775cc | Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye--I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4652e99 | Does your knee still hurt, Sassenach?" he asked, seeing me rub it. It hadn't ever quite recovered from being strained during our adventures on the Pitt, and climbing stairs provoked it. "Oh, just part of the general decline," I said, trying to make a joke of it. I flexed my right arm, gingerly, feeling a twinge in the elbow. "Things don't bend quite so easily as they used to. And other things hurt. Sometimes I think I'm falling apart." Jami.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d0e559f | Roger became aware, in a subliminally marital way, that his wife was disgruntled at the thought of being left behind to organize the harvest-a filthy, exhausting job at the best of times-whilst he frolicked with a squad of his co-religionists in the romantically exciting metropolis of Cross Creek, population two hundred. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 28b7d0c | Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels," she said judiciously. "Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks." "Thus sayeth a Fraser," I remarked. "The Carmichaels must be something special in that line." | humor jenny-murray stubbornness | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f218673 | I leaned back on my elbows and basked in the warming spring sun. There was a curious peace in this day, a sense of things working quietly in their proper courses, nothing minding the upsets and turmoils of human concerns. Perhaps it was the peace that one always finds outdoors, far enough away from buildings and clatter. Maybe it was the result of gardening, that quiet sense of pleasure in touching growing things, the satisfaction of helpin.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 35d9fb3 | Not the historians. No, not them. Their greatest crime is that they presume to know what happened, how things come about, when they have only what the past chose to leave behind--for the most part, they think what they were meant to think, and it's a rare one that sees what really happened, behind the smokescreen of artifacts and paper. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eba9728 | The first evening in an inn, though, I had remained awake for a good half-hour, fascinated by the remarkable variety of noises the male respiratory apparatus could produce. An entire dormitory full of student nurses couldn't come close. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 448a163 | Do me the one favor, Sassenach," he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. "Take a larger fan." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d3f5802 | I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "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." He lifted my foot and gently kissed the tip of my big" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f98009c | That's what he got for neglecting his work to go on wild-goose chases to impress a girl | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0f4521e | And when I'd lost him this time, to the sea, I'd remembered the sense of him beside me, warm and solid in my bed, and the rhythm of his breathing. The light across the bones of his face in moonlight and the flush of his skin in the rising sun. I could hear him breathe when I lay in bed alone in my room at Chestnut Street -- slow, regular, never stopping -- even though I knew it HAD stopped. The sound would comfort me, then drive me mad with.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| aaa3823 | What, she's taken the hairs off her honeypot?" he said, horrified into uncharacteristic vulgarity." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 496f706 | while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty stomach was a walking time bomb. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 416d6e4 | You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert," Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey's face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. "Every word. Every motion. Everything." Grey got just enough breath to answer. "No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a02e4aa | Hodie mihi cras tibi. Sic transit gloria mundi. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a91b333 | When I'd lost him the first time, before Culloden, I'd remembered. Every moment of our last night together. Tiny things would come back to me through the years: the taste of salt on his temple and the curve of his skull as I cupped his head; the soft fine hair at the base of his neck, thick and damp in my fingers ... the sudden, magical well of his blood in dawning light when I'd cut his hand and marked him forever as my own. Those things h.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3e69530 | It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not survive the passage back to daily life. Each time, the passage became more difficult. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4ba10f0 | In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the British army being exterminated in battle, versus himself experiencing a "personal interview" with Richard Caswell, though, he rather thought Olivia and the King had best look to their own devices." | lord-john | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 15c19af | Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ceab292 | You're the world I have," she murmured, and then her breathing changed, and she took him down with her into safety." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 738da80 | My Da says you're never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3fe0708 | The past is gone--the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b222298 | Because, Sassenach," he said, very dryly indeed, "when ye're a man, a good bit of what ye have to do is to draw up lines and fight other folk who come over them. Your enemies, your tenants, your children--your wife. Ye canna always just strike them or take a strap to them, but when ye can, at least it's clear to everyone who's in charge." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3ac98ed | A good marriage is one of the most precious gifts from God, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c50dba0 | The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body's easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled--yet there's that in a man that is never destroyed. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ecc64e3 | Sometimes twenty years seemed like an instant, and sometimes it seemed like a very long time indeed. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9db4a47 | Not loneliness, but solitude. Not suffering, but endurance, the discovery of grim kinship with the rocks and sky. And the finding here of a harsh peace that would transcend bodily discomfort, a healing instead of the wounds of the soul. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bb21ff0 | Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune-so long as you didn't actually die of it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4db1c92 | Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you." He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk-clad shoulder. "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." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d9e77f9 | I feel maybe like you did," he whispered to her, too low to wake her. "When ye came through the stones. Like the world is still there--but it's no the world ye had." He'd swear she hadn't wakened, but a hand came out from the sheets, groping, and he took it. She sighed, long and sleep-laden, and pulled him down beside her. Took him in her arms and cradled him, warm on her soft breasts. "You're the world I have," she murmured, and then her b.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 310e8b8 | Faith is as powerful a force as science-- but far more dangerous | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e4a9aff | Marrying. Oh, God. Buoyed temporarily by port wine and cream lace, I had momentarily managed to ignore the significance of the occasion. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 15da81d | If ye can stand up, you're not drunk. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bf92285 | You know historians - can't leave a puzzle alone | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6af7bb4 | With vivid memories of the last IRS form I had signed, I agreed sympathetically that a two percent tax rate was a positive outrage, wondering to myself just what had become of the fiery spirit of American taxpayers over the intervening two hundred years. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8b6fe9f | What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?" he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. "What is what about me?" He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 01f61bf | The night was cold, and very quiet, as though we were the only two souls in the world. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ff790cf | As the world turns toward winter and the nights grow long, people begin to wake in the dark. Lying in bed too long cramps the limbs, and dreams dreamt too long turn inward on themselves, grotesque as a Mandarin's fingernails. By and large, the human body isn't adapted for more than seven or eight hours' sleep--but what happens when the nights are longer than that? What happens is the second sleep. You fall asleep from tiredness, soon after .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b7bf0cd | a Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f4f701c | They do say that God protects fools--but I think even the Almighty will lose patience now and then. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b1f02d2 | Damn you, Sassenach!" his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. "Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c31219a | He hadn't worn the kilt since Culloden, but his body had not forgotten the way of it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e1fc02e | I was raised to assume that wealth and rank and privilege would be mine by right," he said painfully. "Through a combination of bad luck and bad judgment, most of those assumptions were beaten out of me. While other young gentlemen raced horses and chased opera dancers, I learned that the world grants no rights beyond the chance to struggle for survival." His mouth twisted. "In the army I was flogged, wore rags, and damned near starved to d.. | Mary Jo Putney |