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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7605df4 | But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts." And" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4d84324 | It's like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives - maybe it's your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| febc9cf | The room was dark with rainlight, though, and the roof thrummed overhead. The sound of it seemed inside his blood, like the beat of the bodhrana inside the night, like the beat of his heart in the forest. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b140a07 | Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world--because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6db18b5 | I found the rooted silence, rushing stream, and rustling leaves balm to the spirit. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 61bec3c | Well, of course he does, Sassenach," Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. "He left her his dog." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a42b3f5 | Not then, at least, because Claire had met her--would meet her? Earlier? Later? She hadn't died, but was she dead? She must be now, mustn't she, and yet--damn this twistiness! How could he even think about it coherently? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f91f0a9 | I know what it felt ... like when I ... thought you were dead, and--" A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. "And I wouldn't do that to you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9d8925f | If he's bound to risk his life, then it's my job to see he gets the most return from his gambling. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b1a6281 | What a mystery blood was--how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the echoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments, the shadow of a face looking back through the years--that vanished again into the face that was now. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 90b9c63 | Last night I dreamed that Roger was leaving. I've been dreaming about his going for a week, ever since Da suggested it. Suggested--ha. Like Moses brought down | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f14bdf8 | Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fe8fb8f | I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f1c45cc | the power and the danger of magic lie in the people who believe it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f9be706 | He wasn't going to pretend it hadn't hurt to hear it, but he wouldn't let himself be angry; that would help neither of them. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f014a9b | bedframe shuddering with the force of the struggle taking place | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 843c1cc | Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f8295a1 | lads to | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6763828 | I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6126067 | Had it been this way where she came from? Had fires and food held back a jungle darkness, kept away leopards instead of bears? Had light and company given comfort, and the illusion of safety? For illusion it had surely been--fire was no protection against men, or the darkness that had overtaken her. I had no words to ask. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2a32cce | Someone, he thought rather crossly, ought to see him and tell him just what the sentence was, until he should have suffered enough to be purified, and at last to enter the Kingdom of God. Whether he was expecting a demon or an angel was uncertain. He had no idea of the staffing requirements of Purgatory; it wasn't a matter the dominie had addressed in his schooldays. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b45f3dd | Well, a marriage between Friends is ... between the Friends marrying. No clergyman, I mean, and no specific prayer or service. The two Friends marry each other, rather than it being considered a sacrament administered by a priest or the like. But it does need to be done before witnesses--other Friends, you know, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5aca79e | though. It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do--but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| efee7e7 | There aren't any answers, only choices. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2990031 | She saw it, and an extraordinary change came over her. She seemed scarcely to move, and yet all at once, her whole person was focused on Myers. No white showed around her eyes; they were black and fathomless, shining in the firelight. She was still short and heavy, but with only the slightest change of posture, depth of bosom and width of hip were emphasized, suddenly curved in a promise of lewd abundance. Myers swallowed, audibly. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 91f5260 | The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 58cc768 | people will treat with disdain such phenomena as are proved by the evidence of the senses, and commonly experienced--while they will defend to the death the reality of a phenomenon which they have neither seen nor experienced. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 950a57d | The other men also disarmed, as was suitable in the house of God, leaving an impressively bristling pile of lethality in the back pew. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b006f47 | bein' cooped up indoors." The little finger waggled briefly." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b253de9 | His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5769eac | Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness... | resistance | Diana Gabaldon | |
| b692e52 | With no Law to regulate their Behavior save Self-interest, though, plainly there is Nothing to prevent an irregular Militia from becoming more of a Threat to the Citizenry than the Dangers from which it offers to preserve them. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 98c0c21 | It was very, very peaceful, and all of a sudden I found myself shaking so hard that I had to sit down on the stream bank. Anytime. It could happen anytime, and just this fast. I wasn't sure which seemed most unreal; the bear's attack, or this, the soft summer night, alive with promise. I rested my head on my knees, letting the sickness, the residue of shock, drain away. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3c3e88a | dropped peacefully into sleep, to dream of kilted Highland men, and the sound of soft-spoken Scots, burring round a fire like the sound of bees in the heather. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0a9d563 | you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is--immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d0aee57 | 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 helping them thrive. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a85a043 | What Jack Randall had done to him had sunk into his soul as surely as the flails of the lash had sunk in his back, and had left scars every bit as permanent. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3982678 | Toulouse-Lautrec syndrome. I had never seen a case before, but I had heard it described. Named for its most famous sufferer (who did not yet exist, I reminded myself), it was a degenerative disease of bone and connective tissue. Victims often appeared normal, if sickly, until their early teens, when the long bones of the legs, under the stress of bearing a body upright, began to crumble and collapse upon themselves. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 42ea500 | As a mother, I had the lightness now of effort complete, honor satisfied. Mission accomplished. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| db7164a | He came toward us, looking worried. As the birth grew closer, we had both been edgy; Frank irritable and myself terrified, having no idea what might happen between us, with the appearance of Jamie Fraser's child. But when the nurse had taken Brianna from her bassinet and handed her to Frank, with the words "Here's Daddy's little girl," his face had grown blank, and then--looking down at the tiny face, perfect as a rosebud--gone soft with wo.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4eaa8bf | She eyed her brother, standing by the window with his legs braced wide apart, hands on the sill and back stubbornly set against her. She bit her lip and a calculating look came over her face. Quick as lightening, she stooped and her hand shot under his kilt like a striking snake. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 50c42db | Often people who are very ill, but are near their birthday, seem to wait until it's passed before dying. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 69bb404 | The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination. Rain | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 663922d | Soon, God willing, we would settle; find a place to make a home and a life. I wanted nothing more, and yet at the same time, I worried. We had known each other only a few months since my return. Each touch, each word was still at once tinged with memory and new with rediscovery. What would happen when we were thoroughly accustomed to each other, living day by day in a routine of mundane tasks? "Will ye grow tired of me, do ye think?" he mur.. | Diana Gabaldon |