Diana Gabaldon Quotes

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. And love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

I dote on his very absence.

My heart wont let you go, and I need you to know, I miss you.

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.

The trouble is that my heart is loath to be without love even for a single hour. ... If you want to keep me forever, then show as much friendship as love, and more than anything else, love me and tell me the truth.

Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

I love being with you. When we're not together, i wish we were

There is nothing in this world that I want or need, but you.

I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me, I needed to see her again, I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need, there's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.