Duinne Quotes & Sayings

Okay. This was good. This was heading somewhere I'd - "I want to strangle you," she said, her voice hoarse. All right, that wasn't good. Not at all. "You have no idea how badly I want to kick you right now," she added. And that was worse. This wasn't - "I love you," she said, and she swallowed. "I've loved you since you pushed me down on the playground. I swear - I've loved you since then. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Avarice, where it has full dominion, excludes every other passion. — William E. Gladstone

You're mine, mo duinne ... Mine alone, now and forever ... Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach ... I want to own you, to posses you, body and soul. pge 319 — Diana Gabaldon

What is it, love?" I whispered. "Jamie, I do love you." "I know it," he said quietly. "I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne." I — Diana Gabaldon

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit - not yet - but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you. — Diana Gabaldon

I am a sassenach, after all," I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. "Aye, mo duinne. But you're my sassenach. — Diana Gabaldon

I don't go by my caste, creed or religion. My works speak for me. — Shashi Tharoor

You first."
"No, you."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what, my Sassenach?" The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light.
"I'm afraid if I start I shall never stop."
He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. "It's nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne." He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
"I love you. — Diana Gabaldon

I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne. — Diana Gabaldon

To give a lot when you have a lot is easy; but to give a lot when you have so little is indeed a gift of love. — Bette Lee Crosby

I look at the mountain, which is still doing its tricks, as you look at a still-beautiful face belonging to a person who was once your lover in another country years ago: with fond nostalgia, and recognition, but no real feeling save a secret astonishment that you are now strangers. Thanks. For the memories. — Annie Dillard

Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just. — Henry Vaughan

You're mine, mo duinne," he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no." I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper. "Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul." I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. "I mean to make ye call me 'Master,' Sassenach." His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. "I mean to make you mine. — Diana Gabaldon

Prozac, too made me want to weep. Prozac, too, was grief, because it returned me to the regular world with consequences I never expected. — Lauren Slater