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“I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser”
― Diana Gabaldon

“But Mama--at first I tried to pretend she was only gone, like on a trip. And then when I couldn't do that anymore, I tried to believe she was dead.' Her nose was running, from emotion, whisky, or the heat of the tea. Roger reached for the tea towel hanging by the stove and shoved it across the tabe to her. 'She isn't, though.' She picked up the towel and wiped angrily at her nose. 'That's the trouble! I have to miss her all the time, and know that I'll never see her again, but she isn't even dead! How can I mourn for her, when I think-when I hope-she's happy where she is, when I made her go?”
― Diana Gabaldon

“The bravest are surely those who have the clearest mind of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet not with standing go out to meet it”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

“Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?" he whispered.
"I am," she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly but not enough for him to feel the hurt of it. "And I am afraid for thee, as well. But there are things I fear much more than death--and to be without thee is what I fear most.”
― Diana Gabaldon

“The Continental army got more generals than they got private soldiers, these days. An officer lives through more 'n two battles, they make him some kind of general on the spot. Now, gettin' any pay for it, that's a different kettle of fish.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“- Toi d'abord.
- Non, toi.
- Pourquoi ?
- J'ai peur.
- Peur de quoi Sassenach ?
- De ne plus pouvoir m'arrêter de le dire.
Il lança un regard vers la ligne d'horizon où se levait la faucille de la lune.
- C'est bientôt l'hiver et les nuits rallongent, mo duinne.
Serrée contre lui, je sentais son cœur battre.
- Je t'aime.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Comment sont vos selles, grandpere? - Germain to Jamie.”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

“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.

Jamie let out a roar of sheer outrage and stood bolt upright with shock. He tried to turn, then froze as she apparently tightened her grip.

"There's men as are sensible," she said to me, with a wicked smile, "and beasts as are biddable. Others ye'll do nothing with, unless he have 'em by the ballocks. Now, ye can listen to me in a civil way," she said to her brother, "or I can twist a bit. Hey?”
― Diana Gabaldon

“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.

Jamie let out a roar of sheer outrage and stood bolt upright with shock. He tried to turn, then froze as she apparently tightened her grip.

"There's men as are sensible," she said to me, with a wicked smile, "and beasts as are biddable. Others ye'll do nothing with, unless ye have 'em by the ballocks. Now, ye can listen to me in a civil way," she said to her brother, "or I can twist a bit. Hey?”
― Diana Gabaldon

“English dragoons”
― Diana Gabaldon