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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8546f24 | and allowed | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ee4777b | the wards. They may assist with the distribution | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a5182dc | But it wouldn't have half the power of a story in which Jamie and Claire truly conquer real evil and thus show what real love is. Real love has real costs--and they're worth it. I've always said all my books have a shape, and Outlander's internal geometry consists of three slightly overlapping triangles. The apex of each triangle is one of the three emotional climaxes of the book: 1) when Claire makes her wrenching choice at the stones and .. | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 896d344 | To some extent, emotions are universal and can be treated that way; no matter what the participants' orientation or preference, they have sex for the same reasons and can experience the same array of emotions in the process. But there are three important distinctions to be made: 1. The logistics of physiology 2. The basics of sexual attraction 3. Cultural impact on character and situation | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ef9ceb8 | Men have external genitalia, while women have internal genitalia. This simple difference makes a lot of difference in how they write about themselves--and how you might write about your characters. Male writers don't often address internal sensation in a character, because they don't experience it (and probably often don't realize consciously that it's there). This accounts for a lot of Really Terrible sex scenes written by men (if you look.. | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f851f94 | Coming back, he saw the dark spots on the back of Jamie's shirt, blotches where fresh blood had seeped through the bandages. The sight filled him with fury, as well as fear. He'd seen such things; the wean had been flogged. Badly, and recently. Who? How? "Come on, then," he said roughly, and, bending, slipped an arm under Jamie's and got him to his feet and away from the fire and the other men. He was alarmed to feel the clamminess of Jamie.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1a6555 | The large thumb, now"--she did lean forward then and touch it lightly--"that wouldn't change much. Means you're strong-minded, and have a will not easily crossed." She twinkled at me. "Reckon your husband could have told ye that. Likewise about that one." She pointed to the fleshy mound at the base of the thumb. "What is it?" "The Mount of Venus, it's called." She pursed her thin lips primly together, though the corners turned irrepressibly.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1e7881 | The Broaden-and-Build Theory in Positive Psychology suggests that positive emotions initiate upward spirals of positivity which contribute to our optimal well-being. It is no wonder positive people are more likely to make a positive impact! | 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 | |
| 47113da | I do not know whether there are gods, but there ought to be. | Agnosticism | ||
| 63bfee8 | Once, traveling at night, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of a moving car, lulled by the noise and motion into an illusion of serene weightlessness. The driver of the car took a bridge too fast and lost control, and I woke from my floating dream straight into the glare of headlights and the sickening sensation of falling at high speed. That abrupt transition is as close as I can come to describing the feeling I experienced, but it falls.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bfa0353 | And then it came to me, as one of the redcoats, knocked flat by a fleeing Scot, rose and shook his fist theatrically after the horses. Of course. A film! I shook my head at my own slowness. They were shooting a costume drama of some sort, that was all. One of those Bonnie-Prince-in-the-heather sorts of things, no doubt. Well. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3a5f088 | If either of them stops shouting long enough to hear the other, they'll be hurting each other's feelings. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 06f8cd4 | Cirein Croin! | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f97e765 | 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, carefu.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1c3fd66 | The sins of the fathers," I murmured to myself. "The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ac881f1 | He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a23ad09 | you do for shock? Hot liquids, blankets. Brandy. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9095e7b | sorrow and despair. All too many | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 26c7c9b | Here we stopped, turning our horses over to the attention of a hostler, who moved so slowly as to seem ossified. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e524afb | Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "And fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 533f32a | I would have liked to know what Emily Post had to recommend in a situation like this, but as Miss Post wasn't present, I was forced to improvise. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 042dd76 | Man is born to sorrow and whiskers. One of the plagues of Adam. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bd4ef73 | You know what scholars are like; no conscience at all when it comes to their own field, let alone a sense of social delicacy. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 68d125b | Good luck, Jamie," he said, voice a little husky. "God go with you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 231eab4 | Yes," she said. "Jamie's part of me. So are you." ... "But neither of you is all of me," she said softly, back turned. "I am... what I am. Doctor, nurse, healer, witch - whatever folk call it, the name doesn't matter. I was born to be that; I will be that 'til I die. If I should lose you - or Jamie - I wouldn't be quite a whole person any longer, but I would still have that left..." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| efc665e | Go to hell, Jamie," I said at last, wiping my eyes. "Go directly to hell. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. There. Do you feel better now?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5437cb2 | Tiptoeing silently up behind her in my stockinged feet, I shoved her headfirst into the armoire, and slammed the door on the heaving, shrieking mass beneath the pile of fallen dresses within. Turning the key in the door, I dropped it neatly into my pocket, mentally shaking hands with myself. Neat job, Beauchamp, I thought. All this political intrigue is teaching you things they never dreamt of in nursing school, no doubt about it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a7b3e0a | Not Duncan, but Da's down there | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| dbfa811 | I could feel the heat glowing from him, with that sudden rise of temperature which presages falling asleep in very young children. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b6492ab | The big white house glowed on the hill above them, tranquil in the afternoon light, the big red spruce behind it a looming but benign presence; not for the first time, he felt that the tree was somehow guarding the house--and in his present fragile mental state, found that notion a comfort. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 758aaf8 | Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1e2f39 | stitching, obviously wanting to rub the stinging site, but | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4747eaa | I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart's situation and prospects. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 22c5575 | He didn't speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his--flesh of his flesh. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c47a062 | lie first wi' you was as generous | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 781483b | he looked over the jars. There was another customer in the shop, hovering near the counter, where tonics were dispensed and compounds | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8f44fa5 | lugubriously, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9b936b1 | chin--"and there it was. I near beshit myself." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3c9bf08 | panes in an attempt to get a better look at | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 60dc33e | The wind stirred the drying leaves of wild grapevines with a papery rustle behind me, and in the distance a murder of crows passed, squabbling in shrill cries. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 32987d5 | neighborhood--his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.' | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c58de7a | her small white dog Bouton hurrying at her heels to keep up. A far cry from the fluffy lapdogs so popular with the ladies of the Court, he looked vaguely like a cross between a poodle and a dachshund, with a rough, kinky coat whose fringes fluttered along the edges of a wide belly and stumpy, bowed legs. His feet, splay-toed and black-nailed, clicked frantically over the stones of the floor as he trotted after Mother Hildegarde, pointed muz.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3e570c2 | Drunk wi' power," he remarked disapprovingly to the ceiling. "Verra unwomanly attitude, that." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7993fda | conversation turned ineluctably toward | Diana Gabaldon |