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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 81dcad4 | There's always a prayer, a nighean, even if it's only A Dhia, cuidich mi." Oh, God--help me." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9fb043f | Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming--did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gasping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 315894b | What I meant to ask is, is this...usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you...lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman?" In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited my answer. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. "There's often something like it," I said, and had to stop and clear my throat. "But no. No, it isn't--usual. I have no idea why, but no.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a3cbb68 | He reached out and touched my lower lip, barely brushing the edge. "It starts out the same, but then, after a moment," he said, speaking softly, "suddenly it's as though I've a living flame in my arms." His touch grew firmer, outlining my lips and caressing the line of my jaw. "And I want only to throw myself into it and be consumed." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a3e48ff | His hand came around to caress my breast. "Even when I've just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again." He cupped my face in the dark, thumbs stroking the arcs of my eyebrows. "When I hold ye between my two hands and feel you quiver like that, waitin' for me to take you...Lord, I want to pleasure you 'til ye cry out under me and open yourself to me. And when I take my own pleasure.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cec320c | Amphora," he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips, cupping smoothness cool and solid, timeless and graceful as the swell of ancient pottery, promising abundance. "Like a Grecian vase. God, you've got the most beautiful arse!" "Jug-butt, huh?" | arse ass butt diana-gabaldon drums-of-autumn grecian hips humor jug lips love outlander | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 9429be6 | All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death the key to the gate that bars memory. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2b49336 | We dangled our feet in the water, moving from shade to sun and back to shade as we grew too warm, talking of this and that and not much of anything, both aware of each other's smallest movement, both content to wait until chance should bring us to that moment when a glance should linger, and a touch should signal more. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7150b70 | I've yet to see the auld woman believes in witches, nor the young one, neither. It's men think there must be ill-wishes and magic in women, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7ac5c01 | Dangerous thing, infatuation. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0b782c3 | Vi a mi madre en su ataud--dijo por fin--. Las mujeres le habian trenzado el pelo para que tuviera un aspecto decoroso, pero mi padre no lo permitio. Queria verla por ultima vez tal como era para el. Fue personalmente al ataud, le deshizo las trenzas y extendio la cabellera con las manos, cubriendo la almohada. Hizo una pausa; su pulgar quedo inmovil. --Yo estaba alli, quieto en el rincon. Cuando todos salieron para recibir al cura me ace.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9599cc0 | Still, that would not solve the problem; Percy would merely languish in prison until such time as Grey was recovered enough to testify. No, he decided, Hal's response would more likely be to knock Grey over the head, bundle him into a sack, and have him smuggled aboard a merchantman bound for China, after which he would declare Grey lost at sea, and... He discovered that he was laughing helplessly at the thought, tears coming to his eyes. ".. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fce6911 | He said there was always an hour in the day when time seems to stop--but that it was different for everyone. He thought it might be the hour when one was born. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9665f73 | Don't be afraid,' he whispered into my hair. 'There's the two of us now. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2c2f88c | Seen without the suddenness of surprise, there was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fdb3ce1 | I've spent more than twenty years looking for answers, Roger, and I can tell you only one thing: There aren't any answers, only choices. I've made a number of them myself, and no one can tell me whether they were right or wrong. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9ee67e4 | He said the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions, which is right. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18094f5 | Besides," he added cynically, "a pair of ballocks may bring a man more sorrow than joy--though I havena met many who'd wish them gone, for all that." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3155a9e | I didn't want to ... to have to ask him to defend me." He stared at her, his face blank with incomprehension. He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from her. "What in God's name d'ye think a man is for?" he asked at last." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4e2db2a | he told me that a man must be responsible for any seed he sows, for it's his duty to take care of a woman and protect her. And if I wasna prepared to do that, then I'd no right to burden a woman with the consequences of my own actions. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c2538ab | Maybe it was the result of gardening, that quiet sense of pleasure in touching growing things, the satisfaction of helping them thrive. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 70147cc | ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK--NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 784daef | He seized my free hand, hard, and looked down at me. "You may have it," he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. "All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if it helps ye, I will live it through again." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eb7cfd8 | Evidently, women are capable of experiencing rational thought and sexual arousal simultaneously, because I appeared to be doing precisely that. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 20815d3 | I am your master ... and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 613ecd2 | Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 659b6f0 | A conclusion is simply the point at which you give up thinking. He gave up, and as he rose stiffly to his feet, found that a conclusion had indeed formed itself in his mind, much as a pearl forms inside an oyster. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| abd7cba | All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory. | loss memory | Diana Gabaldon | |
| e622510 | I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| da5d53b | She was more like riding a sofa than a horse, with her broad back and sides curved like a hogshead of beer. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c744f91 | I prayed for guidance, kneeling before the Blessed Sacrament," he went on, "and as I sat in the silence of the chapel, I seemed to see you as a shipwrecked traveler. And it seems to me that that is a good parallel to your present situation, is it not? Imagine such a soul, Madame, suddenly cast away in a strange land, bereft of friends and familiarity, without resources save what the new land can provide. Such a happening is disaster, truly,.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b981a6e | Then open your legs for me, there's a good lass no, a bit wider, aye?" He" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 578ab2f | Sometimes it would be months--even a year or more--between episodes, and we would live in peace together. But then it would happen again; the silent phone calls, the too-excused absences, the late nights. Never anything so overt as another woman's perfume, or lipstick on his collar--he had discretion. But I always felt the ghost of the other woman, whoever she was; some faceless, indistinguishable She. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9541a77 | a marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a211b2f | At the best of times, Father Bain's face resembled a clenched fist. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5b4b066 | Ye always carry your women wi' ye into battle, Ian Og. They're the root of your strength, man. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9edbd5f | What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it. The only idea I rejected absolutely was that of giving in. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4a6ce7e | But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing. In that moment when time stops, it is as though you know you could undertake any venture, complete it and come back to yourself, to find the world unchanged, and everything just as you left it a moment before. And it's as though ..." He hesitated for a moment, caref.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9677f7e | Men hate things to change," her mother had once casually told her. "Unless it's their idea, of course. But you can make them think it is their idea, sometimes." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2273da8 | The thing was, some men needed killing. The Church didn't admit that, save it was war. The Mohawk understood it fine. So did Uncle Jamie. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7ce3f2b | To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct. And I feared I did not have it, and fearing, was ashamed. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bbabab6 | Stones of protection; amethyst, emerald, turquoise, lapis lazuli, and a male ruby. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f9eafa6 | Something wrong with short men, is there?" Roger inquired. "They tend to turn mean if they don't get their way," Claire answered. "Like small yapping dogs. Cute and fluffy, but cross them and you're likely to get a nasty nip in the ankle." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d97a55e | You'd die for them, happily," Hal had said, in the long night watch when I'd kept him breathing. "Your family. But at the same time you think, Christ, I can't die! What might happen to them if I weren't here?" | Diana Gabaldon |