Top 500 Diana Gabaldon Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Marketing with a small baby was more like a ninety-minute expedition into Darkest Borneo, requiring massive amounts of equipment and tremendous expenditures of energy.”

— Diana Gabaldon

352. “Your aunt’s a handsome woman, Fraser, but she could freeze the ballocks off the King o’ Japan, and she wanted to.”

— Diana Gabaldon

353. “But then, I didn’t think I’d tell them you were here.” “What makes you think they don’t know?” I asked, beginning to feel rather hollow, despite my earlier resolve to brazen it out. I cast a quick glance at the window, but.”

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354. “He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.”

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

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

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357. “An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie’s heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.”

— Diana Gabaldon

358. “Intimacy and romance are not synonymous.”

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359. “But the years between now and then had been hard ones – and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance.”

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360. “Cows?” he asked, “Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?”

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361. “I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that doing so will keep it from departing.”

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362. “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

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

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364. “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

365. “I’m not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind.” Buck’s brows rose at that. “Constructed?” he echoed, surprised. “Who builds God?”

— Diana Gabaldon

366. “I had never deflowered anyone before.”

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

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368. “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.”

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

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

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

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

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373. “Oh, foisted, is it?” cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. “Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!”

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374. “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.”

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375. “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

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

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

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

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

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381. “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.”

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382. “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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383. “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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384. “My love,” he whispered. “Oh, my love. I do want ye so.”

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

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

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388. “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

389. “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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390. “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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391. “It was a hot summer – there wasn’t any other kind in Boston.”

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

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

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

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396. “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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397. “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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398. “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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399. “How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?” shouted Rupert.”

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

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