We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Diana Gabaldon More Quotes by Diana Gabaldon More Quotes From Diana Gabaldon Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye. Diana Gabaldon sleep hands needs All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am. Diana Gabaldon want love-you looks Lord that she might be safe. She and my children. Diana Gabaldon safe might children Don't be afraid. There's the two of us now. Diana Gabaldon outlander two-of-us two He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time. Diana Gabaldon air children moving It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch. Diana Gabaldon outlander witch easier Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them? Diana Gabaldon pain eye hands If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle. Diana Gabaldon reckless bottles broken Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret. Diana Gabaldon kiss-me kissing regret I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn’t manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vaguely realized that he was still almost berserk; he had no English. Diana Gabaldon cutting pain blood The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was. Diana Gabaldon faithful echoes color And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat. Diana Gabaldon growing advice trying Do ye want me?" he whispered. "Sassenach, will ye take me - and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew? Diana Gabaldon risk want men I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love. Diana Gabaldon nine enough names It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it. Diana Gabaldon autumn beautiful fall Catholics don't believe in divorce. We do believe in murder. There's always Confession, after all. Diana Gabaldon divorce catholic believe If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask. Diana Gabaldon asks guidance needs And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil. Diana Gabaldon devil ifs memories Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades. Diana Gabaldon heart character fiction I read all the time. People ask, 'Do you read while you work?' And I say, 'I better.' I take two or three years to finish one of my enormous books, and I can't go that long without reading. Diana Gabaldon reading book years
