Outlander Claire Quotes & Sayings

Squash - that's not exercise, it's flagellation. — Noel Coward

You might not be the first person l kissed, but you will be the last' Jamie to Claire in Outlander (not word perfect) — Diana Gabaldon

I just have to be myself, and not worry about everyone looking at me and watching. — Frank Thomas

All the dinosaurs have gone off into the stars, leaving the world to mammals. — Neil Gaiman

We may not be alone, but I sure felt like we are. — Jen Minkman

Sentience is a means to the end of continued existence. Sentient beings, by virtue of their being sentient, have an interest in remaining alive; that is, they prefer, want, or desire to remain alive. — Gary L. Francione

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

I was born for you" -Claire Fraser, Outlander — Diana Gabaldon

Forgiveness was a strange gift. One that had to be shared in order to be kept. — Tamera Alexander

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" -Claire — Diana Gabaldon

They hurried when they could, and dozed when they had to, hiding in tangles of bloodtwig and heartsease at the edge of the road. — Erin Bow

I still the love classic period, but also the baroque period, and even 17th-Century music such as the music of Monteverdi. He's one of the greatest opera composers. He was the one who really started the opera. — Cecilia Bartoli

All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust."
He snorted then himself, though mildly. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded.
"Claire," he said, quite gently, "it was you. It's always been you, and it always will be. Get into bed, and put the candle out. As soon as I've fastened the shutters, smoored the hearth, and barred the door, I'll come and keep ye warm. — Diana Gabaldon

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

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