“Look- Jamie’s more than a character to me. He’s- he’s like a sort of blueprint for what I’d like to find in a man.”
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Finding Fraser by KC Dyer
I met Jamie Fraser when I was nineteen years old. He was tall, redheaded, and, at our first meeting at least, a virgin. I fell in love hard, fast, and completely. He was older than me. He was taller than me. He knew how to ride a horse, wield a sword, and stitch a wound. He was, in fact, the perfect man. Continue reading
Finding Fraser by KC Dyer
“‘Well in our case, that book is the recipe for a happy marriage, I tell ya. A man who aspires to me like Jamie Fraser is one in a million.’”
The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon
“‘I dinna want ye to be sleeping on the floor down here, Sassenach,’ he said, when I protested. He smiled at me. ‘Ye should be in your bed- but I ken ye willna leave me alone, and so, that means I must go and be in it, too, aye?” Continue reading
The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon
“When I was three-and-twenty, I didna understand how it was that to look at a woman could turn my bones to water, yet make me feel I could bend steel in my hands. When I was five-and-twenty, I didna understand how I could want both to cherish a woman and ravish her, all at once… One woman… Just one… I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by side, I am well pleased wi’ the world.” Continue reading
The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon
“A pair of bollocks may bring a man more sorrow than joy- though I havena met many who’d wish them gone, for all that.” Continue reading
Voyager by Diana Gabaldon
“You are my courage, as I am your conscience,” he whispered. “You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?”
“I do know that,” I said, and my voice shook. “That’s why I’m so afraid. I don’t want to be half a person again, I can’t bear it.”
He thumbed a lock of hair off my wet cheek, and pulled me into his arms, so close that I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was so solid, so alive, ruddy hair curling gold against bare skin. And yet I had held him so before—and lost him.
His hand touched my cheek, warm despite the dampness of my skin.
“But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered.
My hands curled into fists against his chest. No, I didn’t think it a small thing at all.
“All the time after ye left me, after Culloden—I was dead then, was I not?”
“I thought you were. That’s why I—oh.” I took a deep, tremulous breath, and he nodded.
“Two hundred years from now, I shall most certainly be dead, Sassenach,” he said. He smiled crookedly. “Be it Indians, wild beasts, a plague, the hangman’s rope, or only the blessing of auld age—I will be dead.”
“Yes.”
“And while ye were there—in your own time—I was dead, no?”
I nodded, wordless. Even now, I could look back and see the abyss of despair into which that parting had dropped me, and from which I had climbed, one painful inch at a time.
Now I stood with him again upon the summit of life, and could not contemplate descent. He reached down and plucked a stalk of grass, spreading the soft green beards between his fingers.
“ ‘Man is like the grass of the field,’ ” he quoted softly, brushing the slender stem over my knuckles, where they rested against his chest. “ ‘Today it blooms; tomorrow it withers and is cast into the oven.’ ”
He lifted the silky green tuft to his lips and kissed it, then touched it gently to my mouth.
“I was dead, my Sassenach—and yet all that time, I loved you.”
Outlander, Diana Gabaldon
“I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday… Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I’d be strong enough to send ye away… I said ‘Lord, if I’ve never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay’… Hardest thing I ever did. “
Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon
” ‘Well I’ll tell ye, Sassenach, ‘graceful’ is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you… But 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.’ “
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
” ‘Ye wore them [pants] outside? Where folk could see ye?’
‘I did.’ So did most other women. Why not?’
‘Why not? I can see the whole shape of your bottocks, for God’s sake, and the cleft between!’
‘I can see yours too. I’ve been looking at your backside in breaks everyday for months, but only occasionally does the sight move me to make indecent advances on your person.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
“He would not forgive on another’s behalf- and would not, if he could.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
“You could tear me limb from limb, Claire, without touching me for ye know me. And I could do the same to you.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
” ‘Don’t go up on the roof in that! That’s your good wollen shirt!’ He halted by the door, glared briefly at me, then, with rebuking expression of an early Christian martyr, laid down his tools, stripped off the shirt, dropped it on the floor, picked up the tools and strode majestically out to deal with the leak, buttocks clenched with determined zeal.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
” ‘Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.’
‘ That’s the first law of thermodynamics.’
‘No, that’s faith.’ “
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
“And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
“Your face is my heart, Sassenach, and love of you is my soul.”
Drums of Autumn, Diana Gabaldon
“We’re fragile things, we poor men; ye trifle with our affections at your peril.”
Outlander, Diana Gabaldon
“It would take a braver man than me to cross words wi’ a woman in her ninth month.”
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