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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3593287 | I said I don't propose to die," William assured him. "And I don't need help." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e2b25da | The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4966b24 | Hello, the house!" she" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 80cb2b1 | What I said to ye, before ... that I kent ye loved me-- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c823b7c | What I say to thee now is that I do love thee. And if thee hunts at night, thee will come home. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 80b2206 | And sleep at thy feet," Ian whispered, and gathered her in with his one good arm, both of them blazing bright as day." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 511e75d | Hasta ese entonces siempre habia creido que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo dieciocho se debia a los corses apretados, Pero no, se debia a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| afc25b2 | as usual in such matters, God's sense of humor trumped all imagination. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| aed7516 | Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1f68074 | To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne." "Mo duinne" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. (...) "It means 'my brown one.' " He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated, softly. "I have been longing to say that to you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6fda595 | I thought of telling him that his own touch seared my skin and filled my veins with fire. But I was already alight and glowing like a brand. I closed my eyes and felt the kindling touch move to cheek and temple, ear and neck, and shuddered as his hands dropped to my waist and drew me close. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 368c600 | No. There were men there from all over the Highlands--from every clan, almost. Only a few men from each clan--remnants and ragtag. But the more in need of a chief, for all that." "And that's what you were to them?" I spoke gently, restraining the urge to smooth the line away with my fingers. "For lack of any better," he said, with the flicker of a smile. He had come from the bosom of family and tenants, from a strength that had sustained hi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 511716c | No. There were men there from all over the Highlands--from every clan, almost. Only a few men from each clan--remnants and ragtag. But the more in need of a chief, for all that." "And that's what you were to them?" I spoke gently, restraining the urge to smooth the line away with my fingers. "For lack of any better," he said, with the flicker of a smile. He had come from the bosom of family and tenants, from a strength that had sustained hi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4d15582 | ASK YOURSELF: Who are the people you are drawn to who bring out the best in you? How do they make you feel? Is your positive energy doing the same thing for others? | body-language-quotes communication-skills energy-quotes expansion-quotes mindset-quotes motivational-speaker-susan-young quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes | Susan C. Young | |
| 849c9df | Jews are--" He made an equivocal gesture, palm flattened. "But they dinna really hunt them in France, or exile them anymore, and the captain says they dinna even arrest them, so long as they keep quiet." "And go on lending money to men in the government," Jamie said cynically. Ian looked at him, surprised, and Jamie gave him the I went to the Universite in Paris and ken more than you do smart-arse look, fairly sure that Ian wouldn't thump h.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5d8373e | No!" shouted the prisoner, his voice rising above the others, anger lost in terror. "No, please! I told you all I--" There was a small sound, a hollow noise like a melon being kicked in, and the voice stopped. "Thrifty, our captain," Big Georges said, under his breath. "Why waste a bullet?" He took his hand off Ian's shoulder, shook his head, and knelt down to wash his hands. --" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 821b47b | No great difference at all, perhaps. Was my future any more certain than hers? And did I not depend for my life upon a man bound to me--at least in part--by desire of my body? A | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9ee67a0 | No, there were differences. However unknown my future, it would be shared, and the bond between my man and me went much deeper than the flesh. Beyond all this was the one great difference, though--I had chosen to be there. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5983a74 | Well, he is human. And perhaps he's not a monster yet. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c25b791 | Well, I say it is the place of science only to observe," he said. "To seek cause where it may be found, but to realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it. It is not the place of science to insist on explanation--but only to observe, in hopes that the explanation will manifest itself." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0ca71a0 | Snow was falling, and winter had come; the season of fire. Candles and hearth fire, that lovely, leaping paradox, that destruction contained but never tamed, held at a safe distance to warm and enchant, but always, still, with that small sense of danger. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3e2a031 | do feel free to call upon me. My discretion may be relied upon, I do assure you." He bowed quaintly from his saddle. "To the same extent as your loyalty to Colum MacKenzie?" I said, arching my brows. The small brown eyes met mine full on, and I saw both the cleverness and the humor that lurked in their faded depths. "Ah, weel," he said, without apology. "Worth a try." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 305a658 | Sleeping under the moon and stars in the arms of a naked lover, the two of you cradled by furs and soft leaves, lulled by the gentle murmur of the chestnut trees and the far-off rumble of a waterfall, is terribly romantic. Sleeping under a crude lean-to, squashed into a soggy mass between a large, wet husband and an equally large, equally wet nephew, listening to rain thrump on the branches overhead while fending off the advances of a immen.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9c67016 | I am improvising a brassiere," I said with dignity. "I don't mean to ride sidesaddle through the mountains wearing a dress, and if I'm not wearing stays, I don't mean my breasts to be joggling all the way, either. Most uncomfortable, joggling." "I daresay." He edged into the room and circled me at a cautious distance, eyeing my nether limbs with interest. "And what are those?" "Like them?" I put my hands on my hips, modeling the drawstring .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e7355f1 | Malt does more than Milton can, to justify God's ways to man. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 93d0b8d | Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink, For fellows whom it hurts to think. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1cdff08 | The humming noise disturbed him. It wasn't in his ears but in his body--under his skin, in his bones. It made the long bones of his arms and legs thrum like plucked strings, and itched in his blood, making him want constantly to scratch. Fiona couldn't hear it; he'd asked, to be sure she was safe before letting her help him. He | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 07db450 | I did sometimes wonder what he saw in you," he said, his tone deliberately light. "Jamie." "Oh, you did? How flattering." I sniffed, and blew my nose. "When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you dead," he pointed out. "And while you are undoubtedly a handsome woman, it was never of your looks that he spoke." To my surprise, he picked up my hand and held it lightly. "You have his courage," he said. That made me laugh, if only half.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| daca0d9 | A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight--any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored Highlander in the prime of his life is breathtaking. He | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1e9d8d8 | For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. The sett of his tartan was nearly the same now as then; black check on a crimson ground, plaid caught at his shoulder with a silver brooch, dipping to the calf of a neat, stockinged leg. His linen was finer now, as was his coat; the dirk he wore at his waist had bands of gold across the haft. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. But the bold face above the lace w.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2b1fcb5 | She had decided simply to tell the truth, as far as who she was, and what she was doing there. Her mother had said how much she looked like her father; she would have to count on that resemblance to convince them. The Highlanders she had met so far were wary of her looks and strange speech; perhaps the Murrays wouldn't believe her. Then she remembered and touched the pocket of her coat; no, they'd believe her; she had proof, after all. A | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 875b8df | Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dein mille altera," I said. Then a thousand more." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 31caa7e | A pirate apparently also often referred to his penis as a "yard." I" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 983a874 | Well, I don't suppose it's an impt--impeddy--impediment, after all. Not as though he'd lost his cock, I mean. He hasn't, has he? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8b86755 | I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank--whom, in spite of everything, I had loved. Jamie | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 74d1922 | crepuscle, the mysterious half-light that comes at both ends of the day, when the small secret things come out to feed. There | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c6c9c83 | Tad buciuoki mane tu simta sykiu, Visa tukstanti, antra simta sykiu, Vel dar tukstanti, dar ne viena simta... Daugel tukstanciu kai sudesim sitaip, Juos sujaksime, kad nebutu skaiciaus. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8c32b31 | Don't you go up on the roof in that!" I exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. "That's your good woolen shirt!" He halted by the door, glared briefly at me, then, with the rebuking expression of an early Christian martyr, laid down his tools, stripped off the shirt, dropped it on the floor, picked up the tools, and strode majestically out to deal with the leak, buttocks clenched with determined zeal. I" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| da42fb1 | We didn't speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg and felt both smooth sole and hairy shin, felt callused palm and tender flesh, was knife and sheath together, the rhythm of our movement that of one heart beating. The | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6d6c14d | Well, and he supposed a duel with a drunken midget was as good a test as any. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a6180e7 | If there's true emotional content in a situation between characters, all you do is reveal it. | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ceed32a | Two hundred years from now, she had--I will? she thought wildly--stood in front of this portrait in the National Portrait Gallery, furiously denying the truth that it showed. Ellen MacKenzie looked out at her now as she had then; long-necked and regal, slanted eyes showing a humor that did not quite touch the tender mouth. It wasn't a mirror image, by any means; Ellen's forehead was high, narrower than Brianna's, and the chin was round, not.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f645753 | I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5533a7e | A good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids. That | Diana Gabaldon |