#fraser

I swore an oath before the altar of God to protect this woman. And if you're tellin' me that ye consider your own authority to be greater than that of the Almighty, then I must inform ye that I'm not of that opinion, myself. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#information

Look back, hold a torch to light the recesses of the dark. Listen to the footsteps that echo behind, when you walk alone. All the time the ghosts flit past and through us, hiding in the future. We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence. Our rational minds say, "No, it isn't." But another part, an older part, echoes always softly in the dark, "Yes, but it could be. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#outlander #dreams

I had one last try. "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. "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing," he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#jamie-fraser #expression

Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence. "och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hearth, eyes blank, and a wide, sweet smile on his dreaming face. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#drunk #jamie-fraser #dreams

...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment? ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#fiery-cross #accomplishments

I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#romantic #romantic

Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it? ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#identity #jamie-fraser #love #love

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#epic #fraser #graphic-novel #outlander #romance