Top 43 Quotes About Claire Fraser
#2. You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as both shall live.
Diana Gabaldon
#3. These memories are part of my heritage, the fabric of my personality, and as real to me as the land itself.
Karen Jones Gowen
#4. 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
#5. There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.
Ogden Nash
#6. One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.
Diana Gabaldon
#7. Jaime, you must be half-dead"
He laughed tiredly, holding me close with one large warm hand on the small of my back.
"A lot more than half, Sassenach. I'm knackered, and my cock's the only thing too stupid to know it. I canna lie wi' ye without wanting you, but wanting's all I'm like to do.
Diana Gabaldon
#8. 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
#9. For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.
Diana Gabaldon
#10. Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels," she said judiciously. "Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks."
"Thus sayeth a Fraser," I remarked. "The Carmichaels must be something special in that line.
Diana Gabaldon
#11. He found that after prolonged contact with Claire and her opinions, he had much less trust in physicians that heretofore - and he hadn't had much to begin with.
Diana Gabaldon
#12. I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
Diana Gabaldon
#13. 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
#14. The water is very green and has a sweet taste, both boys wrote in their diaries, at different times.
Helen Oyeyemi
#15. I'll scream!"
"Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs.
Diana Gabaldon
#16. His Grace woke up in the morning red-eyed as a ferret and in roughly the same temper as a rabid badger. Had I a tranquilizing dart, I would have shot him with it without an instant's hesitation.
Diana Gabaldon
#17. Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.
Diana Gabaldon
#18. I loved Frank ... I loved him alot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't.
Diana Gabaldon
#19. Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we.
Diana Gabaldon
#20. The profoundest affinities are the most readily felt; they remain a background and standard for all happiness and if we trace them out we succeed.
George Santayana
#21. With the ripening of the fruits in Autumn the leaves begin to wither and the trees, taking up their sap from the earth through the roots, recover themselves and are restored to their former solid texture. But the strong air of winter compresses and solidifies them.
Marcus Vitruvius Pollio
#22. If everything was super easy and I didn't have to face the odd bump in the road or difficult time then I guess my 'resilience muscles' wouldn't be in such good shape.
Jan Hellriegel
#23. Do you really think we'll ever
"
"I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.
Diana Gabaldon
#24. Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own ... and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved.
Diana Gabaldon
#25. Well, another female child is born into the world! Last Sunday afternoon, Harriot Eaton Stanton - oh! the little heretic thus to desecrate that holy holiday - opened her soft blue eyes on this mundane sphere.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
#26. Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.
"I said I was a virgin, not a monk," he said, kissing me again. "If I find I need guidance, I'll ask.
Diana Gabaldon
#27. When you reframe problems as projects or opportunities, they will cease to bother you and begin to stimulate you.
Alan Cohen
#28. And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don's wife, or an outlaw's lady?"
"I was born for you," I said simply, and held out my arms to him.
Diana Gabaldon
#29. She'd given it away once; she never would again. Life took things from you: mothers, friends, sometimes even choices. But that wasn't the same as giving parts of yourself away. It was her voice to use: to say no and yes and "I love you" with, to sing with, even to hold silent.
Jennifer Mason-Black
#31. Preacher to me: 'A dollar for the Lord, brother?' Me to preacher: 'That's all right, I'm headed his way. I'll give it to him when I see him.'
Edward Abbey
#32. 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
#33. The position of sun and moon on the Feast of Beltane is one, with a list if two hundred paired figures laid out beneath. Similar tables existed for Hogmanay and Midsummer's Day, and Samhainn, the Feast of All Hallows. The ancient feasts of fire and sun, and Beltane's sun would rise tomorrow.
Diana Gabaldon
#34. And what's wrong wi' the way ye smell?' he said heatedly. 'At least ye smelt like a woman, not a damn flower garden. What d'ye think I am, a man or a bumblebee? Would ye wash yourself, Sassenach, so I can get within less than ten feet of ye?
Diana Gabaldon
#35. Democrats are fighting fire with fire. Our principled stance on Medicare and Social Security is absolutely no different than the Republicans' stance on no revenue increases without cuts.
Judy Chu
#36. That's not precisely what I had in mind.
Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
Diana Gabaldon
#37. I didn't say you shouldn't worry, do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me.' 'Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I've lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much
so long as I can love you.' -Claire & Jamie Fraser
Diana Gabaldon
#38. You'd forgive me for Claire - but not for killing your ... men. He glanced at the two Craddocks, spotty as a pair of raisin puddings and - Grey's look implied - likely no brighter.
Diana Gabaldon
#39. If I were marooned here till it suited my overbearing, domineering, pig-headed jackass of a husband to finish risking his stupid neck, I'd use the time to see what I could spot.
Diana Gabaldon
#40. 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
#41. Funny, isn't it? We hear the same name and while they see dark, I see light.
Nadia Hashimi
#42. Nor am I ashamed, as some are, to confess my ignorance of those matters with which I am unacquainted.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
#43. You can boil them, too," I contributed. "Or mash them with milk. Or fry them. Or chop them up and put them in a soup. A very versatile vegetable, the potato.
Diana Galbadone
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