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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ff46bf8 | I thought furiously. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 13ff8ae | Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole, I had found it useful." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2573b49 | 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." [...] "Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1f1bde8 | I cried then, holding nothing back. For empty years, yearning for the touch of a hand. Hollow years, lying beside a man I had betrayed, for whom I had no tenderness. For the terrors and doubts and griefs of the day. Cried for him and me and for Mary MacNab, who knew what loneliness was--and what love was, as well. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 84a67d1 | I haven't," I said shortly. "But I've the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever 'King George's health' may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like 'Bragh Stuart.' " He tossed back his head and laughed. "That it doesna," he agreed. "I'd tell ye the proper Gaelic for your liege lord and ruler, but it isna a word suitable for the lips of a lady, Sassenach or no." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0003ef9 | The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that hid among the leaves, green shadows shifting with the sunset breeze. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2b6508a | The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f7f331b | The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe--no matter what tomorrow may be. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 353a00b | You have lost your mind,"Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. "Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 831c8f0 | Of course you would protect the woman," he said. "You protect everyone, John--I don't suppose you can help it." Astonished, Grey opened his mouth to contest this absurd statement, but was forestalled when Percy leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You are the bravest man I know," Percy said, his breath warm on Grey's cheek. "And you will not convince me otherwise." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0fc7202 | May God make safe to me each step, May God make open to me each pass, May God make clear to me each road, and may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 666fa49 | It's what happens when you live through things you shouldn't have been able to live through and can't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 784fbb5 | We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d4d3e6a | I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say--and what they don't." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 70b01f1 | The flame of Brianna's head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie's dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all--and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other. MacKenzie, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1cd2250 | Venemous," Jamie corrected him. "If it bites you and makes ye sick, it's venemous; if you bite it and it makes ye sick, it's poisonous." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 24f437e | Luceo Non Uro. 'I shine, not burn, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 12ae30a | There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 76ad66f | Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things--and the risks required to reach them--by providing the things worth fighting for? Not merely fighting to defend, either, but to propel forward, for a man wanted more for his children than he would ever have. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3b375cf | I did say when we were wed that I would always see ye fed, no?" He pulled me closer, tucking my head into the curve of his shoulder. "I gave ye three things that day," he said softly. "My name, my family, and the protection of my body. You'll have those things always, Sassenach--so long as we both shall live. No matter where we may be. I willna let ye go hungry or cold; I'll let nothing harm ye, ever." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 01ceb38 | Doctors, soldiers, and mothers encounter it routinely; I had, any number of times. Unable to respond to an immediate emergency while clouded by fatigue, the mind simply withdraws a little, separating itself fastidiously from the body's overwhelming self-centered needs. From this clinical distance, it can direct things, bypassing emotions, pain, and tiredness, making necessary decisions, cold-bloodedly overruling the mindless body's needs fo.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d7b42c0 | To take responsibility for the welfare of others made me feel less victimized by the whims of whatever impossible fate had brought me here, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 00f9abb | It was Jamie's fear that he would lose her--that she would go, swing out into a dark and solitary space without him, unless he could somehow bind her to him, keep her with him. But, Christ, what a risk to take--with a woman so shocked and brutalized, how could he risk it? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9055b44 | He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18d16a8 | Jealousy had nothing to do with logic. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ed0c19f | He looked like Bree, didn't he? He was like her?" "Yes." He breathed heavily, almost a snort. "I could see it in your face--when you'd look at her, I could see you thinking of him. Damn you, Claire Beauchamp," he said, very softly." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3593a5f | Damn ye, woman! Will ye never do as you're told?" "Probably not," I said meekly." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a48f6fe | It wasn't the tree of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, after all; it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge might be a poisoned gift--but it was still a gift, and few people would voluntarily give it back. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8e05bb0 | Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people. There's a clan stone out there with the name of MacKenzie carved on it, and a good many of my relatives under it. I don't feel quite so personal about it as some, but I haven't forgotten either. - Roger MacKenzie Wakefield | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5d1b274 | For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough." He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly. "But I've no life but you, Claire." He swallowed audibly, and went on, eyes fixed on mi.. | love claire-fraser jamie-fraser babies orphan soulmates pregnancy children | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 9b4f681 | Madam," he said, speaking very softly into her face. "I do not want your money. My wife does not want it. And my son will not have it. Cram it up your hole, aye?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 05332da | Nim unwrapped a loaf of fresh dilled rye bread and opened a crock of trout mousse. He slathered up a big slice and handed it to me. [...] We had thinly sliced veal smothered in kumquat sauce, fresh spinach with pine nuts, and fat red beefsteak tomatoes (impossibly rare at this time of year) broiled and stuffed with lemon apple sauce. The wide, fan-shaped mushrooms were sauteed lightly and served as a side dish. The main course was followed .. | Katherine Neville | ||
| 2f84c3d | Meditation changes your character by a process of sensitization, by making you deeply aware of your own thoughts, words, and deeds. | Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| 6ef0ba4 | Skillful thoughts, on the other hand, are those connected with generosity, compassion, and wisdom. They are skillful in the sense that they may be used as specific remedies for unskillful thoughts, and thus can assist you in moving toward liberation. You | Henepola Gunaratana | ||
| ed640d8 | Una mujer nunca es solo una mujer, querido Max. Es tambien, y sobre todo, los hombres que tuvo, que tiene y que podria tener. Ninguna se explica sin ellos. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 4682f94 | He who kills from afar knows nothing at all about act of killing. He who kills from afar derives no lesson from life or from death; he neither risks nor stains his hands with blood, nor hears the breathing of his adversary, nor reads the fear, courage, or indifference in his eyes. He who kills from afar tests neither his arm, his heart, nor his conscience, nor does he create ghosts that will later haunt him every single night for the rest o.. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 0ae050d | Alguien puede decirme que diantre es eso? Y senalo hacia el valle con un dedo imperioso e imperial, el que habia utilizado para senalar las Piramides cuando aquello de los cuarenta siglos o -en otro orden de cosas- el catre a Maria Valewska. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 99d78a5 | El 326 tenia por delante menos futuro que Maria Antonieta la manana que le cortaron el pelo en la Conciergerie. | maría-antonieta | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | |
| 8a14f05 | Creo que en el mundo de hoy la unica libertad posible es la indiferencia. Por eso seguire viviendo con mi sable y mi caballo. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 0cfc09c | The sea was cruel and selfish as human beings, and in its monstrous simplicity had no notion of complexities like pity, wounding, or remorse... You could see yourself in it... while the wind, the light, the swaying, the sound of the water on the hull worked the miracle of distancing, calming you until you didn't hurt anymore, erasing any pity, any wound, and any remorse. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 1b8aa0f | Una mujer perspicaz --continua ella-- adivina al pedante en la tercera frase, y es capaz de ver el talento del que guarda silencio. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| a14ccd7 | Era usted un buen fotografo porque fotografiar es encuadrar, y encuadrar es elegir y excluir. Salvar unas cosas y condenar otras. No todo el mundo puede hacer eso: erguirse juez de cuanto pasa alrededor. Nadie que ame de verdad puede dictar esa clase de sentencias. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 1b5eabe | Gracias a usted ya no puedo creer en las certidumbres de los que tienen una casa, una familia, unos amigos. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte | ||
| 45b46e2 | It seemed to Don Jaime that you could find in the memory of every man the bittersweet shadow of a woman. | Arturo Pérez-Reverte |