Jenny Wells

“Do you know how rare such a thing is?” he asked quietly. “That peculiar sort of mutual passion?” The one-sided kind was common enough.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

“There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire—except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

“Is it true—that I won’t forget?” He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. “Aye, that’s true,” he said softly. “But it’s true, too, that it willna matter after a time.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn

“An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie’s heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn