Outlander Jamie Fraser Quotes Novels & Stories

He said, “We cannot head back home without risking getting killed.” “Enemy territory?” She said, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jamie halted in his tracks and turned around. His eyes were ablaze when they regarded her. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak so much. I don’t have the patience to explain anything to you.” “Well, I suppose that leaves me with no choice but to oblige.” She muttered under her breath as they resumed their journey. “Yes.”

Jamie watched his expression carefully despite his obvious pain. “I’m alright.” “That’s a lie.” A faint smile touched Jamie’s lips unexpectedly. “Fair.” The vault suddenly felt too small. Too quiet. Alex looked at him again. Really looked at him. Jamie’s face had gone slightly pale now. But his eyes stayed sharp. Focused entirely on Alex. “You should’ve let him take the drive,” Alex murmured. Jamie’s expression hardened instantly. “No.” “You could’ve died.” Jamie stepped closer despite the wound. And said something that completely stole the air from Alex’s lungs.

The assistant was taken aback by Silas' demeanor. However, interpreting his nonchalant attitude as that of a typical client coming to collect his garments, she proceeded with her duties. "Jamie, what's gotten into you? You're practically ogling. Pull yourself together!" Lydia chided, tugging Jamie's arm. "Mom! Look at that man. He is so handsome! I've never seen such a pretty face in my life," Jamie gushed, her excitement palpable.

“Whiskey.” Jamie nodded and went to pour it. His hands were steady. He was proud of that. When he returned, he set the glass down and straightened, ready to leave. Adrian spoke before he could. “Did you sleep.” It was not phrased as a question, but it was one. Jamie hesitated. “Some.” Adrian’s eyes flicked to his face, then away, like he had seen what he needed to see. “You should eat more.” Jamie scoffed. “You sound like my best friend.”

he repeated, the word sitting strangely on his tongue. "If you can find one," I said quickly. "It's not important. Just a thought." Jamie looked up from his soldier, suddenly interested in the adult conversation. "I like roses," he announced. "They smell like Mother's perfume." *Used to smell like Mother's perfume,* I corrected silently. The expensive French perfume was probably in someone else's possession by now, along with most of her other luxuries.

“Wow. I thought you were a gentleman. I must’ve been wrong.” “You’re stubborn, and you know it,” Jamie said, a small smile playing on his lips. “I hate losing, and I’ve made up my mind—I’m not losing you. Especially not to that jerk. If I have to be a little rough to get what I want, then so be it.” “Noted,” Genevieve said, her tone sharp. “Now, can you leave? I have work to do.” “You look gorgeous, by the way,” Jamie said, his eyes lingering on her. “I wish you felt the same way about me as I do about you.”

Anger, fear, despair— “Paul's not the enemy. I am. If you've got a score to settle, settle it with me.” “Confess to Jamie's murder, and I'll make sure you get the VIP prison package. Don't worry about Paul; I'll let him be... Pinky promise, crosses heart, I swear on my favorite whiskey bottle.” That phrase, 'I swear on my favorite whiskey bottle'… it's so Jeremy. I can almost smell the peat and honey of his precious Glenfiddich 18, the way he cradles the bottle like a newborn, the pompous tone he uses when he says 'a wee dram'.

Dave snaps again, Jamie grumbles, cursing under his breath “And just so we are clear if anyones going to fuck this up its the one who cant even say over! Over” I swear his eyes near pop out of his head and this time even drake laughs, jamie glares at him before he picks up the walkie to respond “I swear when i get you home your dead” “Over.. and for the record the first thing im going to do when i get you home is finding you someone to fuck.. You need to lighten up, pop the cherry, live a little mate. Over…” “Oh my gosh are you ready or not?” “Over and yes im ready over”