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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| fa96316 | tri-gravida, well-nourished | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d91275b | There were moments, of course. Those small spaces of time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, when both and neither surround you. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f21ae00 | It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes--how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 50a1eed | What's that you two were shouting at each other?" He put his hands to his mouth and hooted, "GOOOOOON!" in a deep, echoing voice that made the others laugh. "Have ye never heard a war cry before?" Jamie asked, shaking his head at such ignorance. "Ye shout it in battle, to call your kin and your clan to your side." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 765d44c | accoucheur | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c448e75 | moments and revert to his normal swagger and talk, you | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4b85afc | Ye think of me, Jamie, and Jenny and Lallybroch. Ye'll not see us, but we'll be here nonetheless and thinking of you. Look up at night, and see the stars, and ken we see them, too." He" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 98ac536 | But some memories he seized, no matter how painful they were. The feel of his da's hands, hard on his arms, holding him steady. The guards had been taking him somewhere--he didn't recall and it didn't matter--when suddenly his da was there before him, in the yard of the prison, and he'd stepped forward fast when he saw Jamie, a look of joy and eagerness on his face, this blasted into shock the next moment, when he saw what they'd done to hi.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5f077d6 | But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d921770 | But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a799aa8 | Eejit," Ian said. "What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye're a Jew." Jamie's mouth fell open in shock. "What, me? How, then?" he demanded, looking down at himself. He'd meant his Highland dress, but Ian looked critically at him and shook his head." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2600b36 | your face is my heart. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d88d57c | Juniper, Pennyroyal, Lady's-vetch, ... and the squat | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ff3b2cd | She had disapproved, audibly, repeatedly, and eventually to my face, of my habit of going about with my head uncovered, it being her opinion that it was unseemly for a woman of my age not to wear either cap or kerch, reprehensible for the wife of a man of my husband's position--and furthermore, that only "backcountry sluts and women of low character" wore their hair loose upon their shoulders. I had laughed, ignored her, and given her a bot.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d2bbb85 | Well, let them look, he thought, quelling the urge. It only matters if she's looking back, aye? He | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b57147b | He meant it, but he bent his head to hers and took her mouth, so short of breath he must have hers, needing so urgently to join with her that he would do it in whatever way he might--hands, breath, mouth, arms; his thigh pressed between hers, opening her legs. Her hand lay flat against his chest, as though to push him off--then tightened convulsively, grasping shirt and flesh together. Her fingers dug deep in the muscle of his breast, and t.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bd1a7ce | It was...hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell into the post, just--just hangin' from the ropes, ken, wi' the blood...runnin' down my legs. They thought for a bit that I'd died--and Da must ha' thought so, too. They told me he put his hand to his head just then and made a wee noise, and then...he fell down. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 149cf68 | I thought I had not been out for long; I showed no symptoms of concussion or other ill effects from the blow, save a sore patch on the base of my skull. My captor, a man of few words, had responded to my questions, demands and acerbic remarks alike with the all-purpose Scottish noise which can best be rendered phonetically as "Mmmmphm." Had I been in any doubt as to him nationality, that sound alone would have been sufficient to remove it." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1520043 | my head from his shoulder and said, "Why did you ask me that" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9fddebf | ran a hand softly down my back. "Mmm. Oh, nothing, really. Just, when I saw that chap outside, it occurred to me he might be"--he hesitated, tightening his hold" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2146ba4 | Why ... ye shameless skinflint! This is nay wake at all! Ye've meant to bury me wi' nothing but a crust o' bread and a drap o' wine for the sin-eater, and a wonder ye spared that! Nay doot ye'll thieve the winding claes from my corpse to make cloots for your snotty-nosed bairns, and where's my good brooch I said I wanted to be buried with? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 83966cc | I canna fault your observations Sassenach. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 92ee799 | These were people like that. The ones who cared so terribly much--enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but that they don't care so greatly. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f3974a9 | thought. Lumpish. And the word came to me: feckless. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cec2fa4 | I think there are times for men of peace--and a time for men of blood, as well. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 801a8e7 | There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do tell me something, let it be the truth. There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think--but not for lies. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 572239a | The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman - if a young one - in her own right. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ef5c844 | match | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 35b1edc | wrong thing. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 38132b9 | perhaps Tryon will convince Husband that he's in earnest. If Hermon | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a634eb3 | If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as van Gogh saw them, without difficulty ... and looking into that illuminated void, 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. Help me, I said silently. I | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0f886fe | I suppose you must feel some bitterness against the historians," Roger ventured. "All the writers who got it wrong--made him out to be a hero. I mean, you can't go anywhere in the Highlands without seeing the Bonnie Prince on toffee tins and souvenir tourist mugs." Claire shook her head, gazing off in the distance. The evening mist was growing heavier, the bushes beginning to drip again from the tips of their leaves. "Not the historians. No.. | writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 5bb0d37 | Stegner shows us, again and again, that it is love and friendship, the sanctity and celebration of our relationships, that not only support a good life, but create one. Through friendship, we spark and inspire one another's ambitions: What ever happened to the passion we all had to improve ourselves, live up to our potential, leave a mark on the world? Our hottest arguments were always about how we could contribute. . . . We made plenty of .. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| bc1787a | Well," I said, attempting a smile, "at least we know Frank is safe, after all." Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other. "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. "I thought you didn't begrudge--" I started. He glared at me. "I lied." He grabbed me by the shou.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 13f5954 | thinking I meant to snatch this treat for myself, but I pushed | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3b1d37a | I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 14f5316 | And ... I couldn't bear to be alone and I couldn't bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 14578ec | All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with .. | clairefraser jamiefraser love outlander | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 761e44b | 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. "Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness," | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4e5e967 | A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see the eyes of the one he killed. That made it murder, it seemed to me, not war. How many men to make a war? Enough, perhaps, so they didn't really have to see each other? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ceaf6db | 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." The" -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 29208b1 | I will have papers. And whether it is one George or the other who rules in time - this land will be ours. And yours," he added softly, raising his eyes to Brianna's. "And your children's after you." I laid my hand on his, where it rested on the box. His skin was warm with work and the heat of the day, and he smelt of clean sweat. The hairs on his forearm shone red and gold in the sun, and I understood very well just then, why it is that me.. | time | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 2b65dfa | Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words. | ghosts prologue | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ebddbfa | Looking for you, ye wee fool! And what in the name of all holy are you doing here? And dressed like that, God damn you!" He'd had the briefest look at her in her breeches and shirt, but it was enough. In her own time, the clothes would have been so baggy as to be sexless. After months of seeing women in long skirts and arisaids, though, the blatant division of her legs, the sheer bloody length of thigh and curve of calf, seemed so outrageou.. | Diana Gabaldon |