Lying on the floor, with the carved panels of the ceiling flickering dimly above, I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighยญteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.
Diana GabaldonThat's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser
Diana GabaldonI had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then.
Diana GabaldonBut a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
Diana Gabaldon