Diana Gabaldon
Diana Gabaldon
Diana J. Gabaldonis an American author, known for the Outlander series of novels. Her books merge multiple genres, featuring elements of historical fiction, romance, mystery, adventure and science fiction/fantasy. A television adaptation of the novels called Outlander premiered on Starz in 2014...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 January 1952
CityWilliams, AZ
CountryUnited States of America
lying sacrifice men
Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?
laughing want said
Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?
men waiting sitting
...sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.
love-you lasts most-romantic
When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.
art eye owl
That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
rocks caves torn
Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.
passion fate people
Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion -- and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It's the sort of thing you wonder...
blood two giving
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.
kissing needs littles
Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.
lying years punishment
I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
singing library volume
Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
pain bears said
I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
heart light soul
I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.
men joy texture
It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.