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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3a7c0b3 | Ute McGillivray looked like a Valkyrie on a starchy diet; | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 289ad7a | Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort. | memory play | Diana Gabaldon | |
| abffc00 | Papa says that wars take three generations to fade from the ground where they're fought. And from what I've seen, Friends have quite long memories, as well." "He might just have a point." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 24c8c22 | Dr. Stern told me that the wilderness of Carolina is alive wi' fierce creatures--bears and wildcats and wicked panthers--and a great foul thing the Indians call a skunk! | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d38fc65 | Movement at the door of the cabin, and a small figure that I recognized as Amy Higgins appeared. The tall woman pulled off her hat and waved it, her long red hair streaming out like a banner in the wind. "Hello, the house!" she called, laughing. Then I was flying down the hill, with Jamie just before me, arms flung wide, the two of us flying together on that same wind." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cf13698 | I'll be setting off just after the Angelus bell- at noon, I mean - should that suit your honors. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3384e38 | Betelgeuse. Sirius. Orion. Antares. The sky is very large, and you are very small. Let the words wash through him, the voice and its memories pass over him, shivering his skin like the touch of a ghost, vanishing into darkness. The Pleiades. Cassiopeia. Taurus. Heaven is wide, and you are very small. Dead, but none the less powerful for being dead. He spread his hands wide, gripping the fence--those were powerful, too. Enough to beat a man .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 49a25cb | accept the notion of one's own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fd19aa1 | Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, "but far more dangerous." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9d649d7 | Dawn was coming up in streaks and slashes over the foggy moor. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cab9adb | Dear God," he said, still softly. "I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6d79891 | I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 25800c4 | He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer to the bone, so he was more tightly knit; he had never seemed gawky, but the last hint of boyish looseness had vanished. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5cf0a86 | In older, more primitive times (like these? asked another part of my mind), it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ca89047 | My own heartbeat was slowing under my hand, under the deep rose silk, the color of a baby's sleep-flushed cheek. When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles, as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang. Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finge.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fee3451 | His head bowed and his lips fastened softly on my nipple. I groaned, feeling the half-painful prickle of the milk rushing through the tiny ducts. I put a hand behind his head, and pressed him slightly closer. "Harder," I whispered." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ae40bf0 | was awakened abruptly just after dawn by a tiny stinging sensation on top of my head. I blinked and put up a hand to investigate. The movement startled a large gray jay who had been pulling hairs out of my head, and he shot up into a nearby pine tree, screeching hysterically. "Serve you right, mate," I muttered, rubbing the top of my head, but couldn't help smiling. I had been told often enough that my hair looked like a bird's nest first t.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4dc721b | arms, ankles turning as I stepped in holes and stumbled on rocks. I had no room in my mind for any form of rational thought; I wanted only to get away from him. A heavy weight struck me hard in the | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a7921fe | Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall--er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e3eefb6 | Never give anything away for free--but sometimes it pays to oil the wheels a bit. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 52eb0d9 | He smelt strongly of woodsmoke, blood, and unwashed male, but the night chill bit through my thin dress and I was happy enough to lean back against him. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0ac8fd3 | Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 235d7b5 | That Cherry Bounce must be good stuff. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fb58aa5 | He reached forward then and took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| da8c009 | Snapped abruptly to a realization of how rudely I had been staring, I blushed and said without thinking, "I was just wondering if you've ever been kissed by a beautiful young girl?" I went still redder as he shouted with laughter. With a broad grin, he said "Many times, madonna. But alas, it does not help. As you see. Ribbit." -- | diana-gabaldon master-raymond paris the-frog | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 0d72f0f | And then later, at the funeral, members of the family, followed by the tenants and then the servants, had come one by one to add a stone each to the weight of remembrance. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 270a38b | The position of sun and moon on the Feast of Beltane" is one, with a list if two hundred paired figures laid out beneath. Similar tables existed for Hogmanay and Midsummer's Day, and Samhainn, the Feast of All Hallows. The ancient feasts of fire and sun, and Beltane's sun would rise tomorrow." | beltane brianna-randall claire-fraser claire-randall diana-gabaldon fire-feasts roger-mackenzie samhain sun-feasts | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 827053a | He still didn't know why the frog hadn't killed him. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 640a6a3 | two Protestants, amazingly bound to Catholics and bemused at the strange tides of fate that had washed over them; two men left alone by the misfortunes of life, and now surprised to find themselves the heads of households, holding the lives of strangers in their hands. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1f1b8c7 | It was what you did when someone died; turned toward God and at least acknowledge the fact. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 189fba0 | I have...an understanding. In England." His understanding with James Fraser was that if he were ever to lay a hand on the man or speak his heart, Fraser would break his neck instantly. It was, however, certainly an understanding, and clear as Waterford crystal." | james-fraser lord-john-grey | Diana Gabaldon | |
| d79a4f0 | Insan hayatin ve sonsuz varligin getirdigi bitmez dusuncelere bazen ara vermek istiyordu, varliginin dogasi nasil planlanmis olursa olsun, oradan kacmak istiyordu. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d314c8d | women giving birth seemed very often to lose any sense of fear or misgiving...exhibiting an absorption that amounted to indifference-simply because they had no attention to spare for anything beyond the universe bounded by their bellies. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8b47289 | Hurley, hurley, round the table, Eat as muckle as ye're able. | Gabaldon Diana | ||
| 1ac6622 | He wiped the sweat from his face on his sleeve, squared his shoulders, and strode back into the fray. All there was to do was his duty. | lord-ellesmere william-ransome | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 7670e6c | Some hae meat that canna eat, And some could eat that want it. We hae meat, and we can eat, And so may God be thankit. Amen. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 10e753d | Relatively few who could be described as a Red-haired dejenerate Pox-ridden Usuring Son of a Bitch who skulks in Brothels when not drunk and comitting Riot in the Street, I imagine. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7d1f2a7 | A friend once told me 'The body has nay conscience.' I dinna ken that that's entirely so-but it is true that the body doesna generally admit the possibility of nonexistence. And if ye exist-well, ye need food, that's all. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 452e9c6 | No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 058e215 | Double, double toil and trouble," he chanted under his breath. "Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, in the caldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog ..." He couldn't recall what came next and abandoned the" -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2104e4d | To see the years touch ye gives me joy, Sassenach," he whispered, "--for it means that ye live." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 03a2939 | Well, that's the hell of it, isn't it?" she said, turning away. "You never know, but you have to act anyway, don't you?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d978890 | I waved pleasantly after him, thinking how much I should enjoy sticking a fork into him, when the time came. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 93af03f | I felt rather like the new moon: the shadow of pain and death was still clearly visible to me--but only because the light was there to throw it into perspective. | Diana Gabaldon |