Top 500 Diana Gabaldon Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “Until we two be burned to ashes.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

353. “If ye were no longer there – or somewhere – ” he said very softly, “then the sun would no longer come up or go down.” He lifted my hand and kissed it, very gently. He laid it, closed around my ring, upon my chest, rose, and left.”

— Diana Gabaldon

354. “For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. But the bold face above the lace was the same, older now, but wiser with it – yet the tilt of his shining head and the set of the wide, firm mouth, the slanted clear cat-eyes that looked into my own, were just the same. Here was a man who had always known his worth.”

— Diana Gabaldon

355. “Money is a good bridle, but a weak rein.”

— Diana Gabaldon

356. “I had never deflowered anyone before.”

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357. “No wonder men got impervious to superficial pain, I thought. It came from this habit of hammering each other incessantly.”

— Diana Gabaldon

358. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

360. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

361. “Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.”

— Diana Gabaldon

362. “He said the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions, which is right.”

— Diana Gabaldon

363. “It’s a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.”

— Diana Gabaldon

364. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

365. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

366. “I didna say I wanted an apology, did I? If I recall aright, what I said was ‘Bite me again.”

— Diana Gabaldon

367. “Well, of course he does, Sassenach,” Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. “He left her his dog.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

370. “I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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!”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

375. “He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers.”

— Diana Gabaldon

376. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

378. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

379. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

380. “Damn ye, woman! Will ye never do as you’re told?” “Probably not,” I said meekly.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

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

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383. “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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384. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

386. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

387. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

388. “Yes, but – ” I began. “So” – he said authoritatively, holding up a finger to hush me – “if you have been deprived of your earlier life, perhaps it is only that God has seen fit to bless you with another, that may be richer and fuller.”

— Diana Gabaldon

389. “The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie’s cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse’s hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his hips, looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, “No.”

— Diana Gabaldon

390. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon

391. “Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man.”

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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

— Diana Gabaldon

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

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

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

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

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

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400. “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.”

— Diana Gabaldon