Top 500 Diana Gabaldon Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whisky eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.”

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352. “Hello,” I said softly, one hand over the butterfly wings that beat inside me.”

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353. “It wasn’t the risk,” I said, flicking my toes at a big black-and-white splotched carp. “Or not entirely. It was – well, it was partly fear, but mostly it was that I – I couldn’t leave Jamie.” I shrugged helplessly. “I – simply couldn’t.”

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354. “I had never deflowered anyone before.”

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355. “That Cherry Bounce must be good stuff.”

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356. “When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weights as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.”

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357. “I’ll leave it to you, Sassenach,” he said dryly, “to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.”

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358. “It was what you did when someone died; turned toward God and at least acknowledge the fact.”

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359. “I listen,” she said simply. “To what folk say – and what they don’t.”

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360. “The pressure of events was increasing, day by day, and he could feel responsibility wrapped like a strangling vine about his spinal cord, reaching eager fingers into the base of his skull.”

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361. “It is for this reason that a scientist constructs hypotheses – suggestions for the cause of an observation. But a hypothesis must never be confused with an explanation – with proof.”

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362. “Until we two be burned to ashes.”

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363. “He was right, of course. Bloody man, he was almost always right.”

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364. “My God, he thought, I’m going to die before I’ve been born.”

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365. “Ye must always give money for a new blade,” he explained, half smiling. “So it kens ye for its owner, and willna turn on ye.”

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366. “It wasn’t a very.”

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367. “I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe.”

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368. “I, ah, I wasn’t expecting – ” I said idiotically. Brianna gave me a grin to match her father’s, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” “What?” said Jamie blankly.”

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369. “I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings.”

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370. “Was a struggle to choose one’s own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?”

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371. “Do not forget to entertain strangers,” Buck said in the same language, “for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”

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372. “Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.”

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373. “Dr. Stern told me that the wilderness of Carolina is alive wi’ fierce creatures – bears and wildcats and wicked panthers – and a great foul thing the Indians call a skunk!”

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374. “Ye ken that, don’t ye? That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?”

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375. “My love,” he whispered. “Oh, my love. I do want ye so.”

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376. “Jealousy had nothing to do with logic.”

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377. “He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result of the late hour, the wine, his own attractiveness, or simple deprivation, I wanted him quite badly.”

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378. “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.”

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379. “Twilight was coming on, and so was a storm. In the eerie light beneath the clouds, even the thoroughly modern houses along the road looked as ancient and as sinister as the weathered Pictish stone that stood a hundred feet away, guarding the crossroads it had marked for a thousand years. It seemed a good night to be inside with the shutters fastened.”

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380. “Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin?” He hesitated a moment before answering. “Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.”

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381. “I kept havin’ terrible lewd dreams about ye, all the night long,” he explained, twitching his breeks into better adjustment. “Every time I rolled over, I’d lie on my cock and wake up. It was awful.” I burst out laughing, and he affected to look injured, though I could see reluctant amusement behind it. “Well, you can laugh, Sassenach,” he said. “Ye havena got one to trouble ye.” “Yes, and a great relief it is, too,” I assured him.”

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382. “It was a hot summer – there wasn’t any other kind in Boston.”

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383. “Mm, you’re nice to croodle wi’,” he murmured, doing what I assumed was croodling.”

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384. “A party at which the guests are all of the beautiful persuasion tends to be dull indeed, as they have no conversation that does not pertain to themselves. A successful gathering requires a number of the ill-favored but clever. The beautiful are but ornaments – desirable, but dispensable.”

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385. “Pleasure?” Her voice rose behind me, incredulous. “Ye mean some women like it?”

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386. “Mm. You’d forgotten how to say anything except ‘I love you,’ but you said that a lot.”

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387. “A general cry of “What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!”

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388. “It’s not what’s happened or what’s about to happen; what’s important is the sense of emotional uncertainty between the characters and the delicacy of the mutual trust being established.”

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389. “I can hear. Hear them. It. Don’t you hear?” It was a struggle to speak, to form coherent thoughts. The call here was different; not the beehive sound of Craigh na Dun, but a hum like the vibration of the air following the striking of a great bell. I could feel it ringing in the long bones of my arms, echoing through pectoral girdle and spine. Jamie.”

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390. “The tooth had belonged to a gentleman named Murphy from Ellis Ward, the one we lived in. I say “had belonged” because I had the badly broken and infected bicuspid out of Mr. Murphy’s head before he could have said Jack Robinson, though he was in such pain that he could barely recall his own name, let alone Jack’s. Mr.”

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391. “How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?” shouted Rupert.”

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392. “And the light was gone, and the air failed them. And so they lay down in the dark to die.”

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393. “And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.”

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394. “It doesna matter how many things ye do on a farm, there’s always more than ye can do. A wonder the place doesna rise up about my ears and swallow me, like Jonah and the whale.”

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395. “We come and go from mystery and, in between, we try to forget.”

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396. “I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you.”

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397. “I’ve spent more than twenty years looking for answers, Roger, and I can tell you only one thing: There aren’t any answers, only choices. I’ve made a number of them myself, and no one can tell me whether they were right or wrong.”

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398. “Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.”

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399. “Often people who are very ill, but are near their birthday, seem to wait until it’s passed before dying. I.”

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400. “His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away.”

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