Outlander Quotes

Below are a bunch of quotes from the Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Most of these were chosen by members of the Compuserve forum in the Quotes by Chapter thread. I’ve tried to choose quotes here that do not contain spoilers and would be intriguing to people who have not read the books.

Obviously, very few of Diana’s quotes will fit in 140 characters, so I generally use Twitlonger, which is very easy. Go to http://twitlonger.com while logged into your twitter. Let it access your account when it asks and then type in as much as you want and hit tweet.

Please feel free to suggest other quotes in the comments. The other books in the series are on separate pages. Please attribute the quote to the appropriate book when using the quote.

Quotes by Book: Outlander | Dragonfly in Amber | Voyager | Drums of Autumn | The Fiery Cross | A Breath of Snow and Ashes | Echo in the Bone | Lord John Books


“No worry, lass. I’ve been hurt by much worse, and by people much less pretty.”

“Well, if you don’t believe I am who I say, who in bloody hell do you think I am?” I demanded.

“The hard-won intimacy of the night seemed to have evaporated with the dew…”      then  “If we canna talk easy yet without touching, we’ll touch for a bit.”

“Lacking experience or the pretense of it, Jamie simply gave me all of himself, without reservation. And the depth of my response to that unsettled me completely.”

“Does it ever stop? The wanting you?”

“Even when I’ve just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.”

“I still say the only good weapon for a woman is poison.”

“I didna say I wanted an apology, did I? If I recall aright, what I said was ‘Bite me again.’ “

“Ye werena the first lass I kissed,” he said softly. “But I swear you’ll be the last.” And he bent his head to my upturned face.

“My pride is hurt.  And my pride is about all I’ve got left to me.”  He leaned his forearms against a rough-barked pine and let his head drop onto them, exhausted.  His voice was so low I could barely hear him.

“You’re tearin’ my guts out, Claire.”

“I canna tell whether ya mean to compliment my virility Sassenach, or insult my morals, but I dinna care much for either suggestion. Murtaugh told me women were unreasonable, but Jesus God.”


“And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.”

“There’s men as are sensible,” she said to me, with a wicked smile, “and beasts as are biddable.  Others ye’ll do nothing with, unless ye have ’em by the ballocks.  Now, ye can listen to me in a civil way”, she said to her brother, “or I can twist a bit.  Hey?”

“I’m makin’ love to my wife,” he panted, breathless between giggling and fighting.

“Well, ye could find a more suitable place for it,” she said, raising the other eyebrow.  “That floor’ll give ye splinters in your arse.”

“I can bear pain, myself,” he said softly, “but I couldna bear yours.  That would take more strength than I have.”

“He’s a heart like a lion.”  It was quietly said, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard it at first.  It might only have been the salt wind making the tears stand in his eyes.  He turned abruptly to me.  “And a heid like an ox.”

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary.  It is all.  It is undying.  And it is enough.

“I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,’ he said softy.  He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands.  “”And thanking God I have two hands.  That I have two hands to hold you with.  To serve you with, to love you with.”

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