Ashford Quotes

Rose Hathaway: "Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time.” Mason Ashford: "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session.” Rose Hathaway: "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then.” Eddie Castile: "It's always a good a time to think about you naked.

This is Detective Ashford Ishikawa. Who am I speaking with?” “My name is Jack Ludefance. I’m a private investigator from Santa Rosaria and I’ve been retained by Cindy Hastings through her lawyer, Mr. Hooks, to investigate her father’s murder. Is there way we can get together to talk?” “Why? What are we going to talk about, Mr. Ludefance?” “As I said, Detective Ishikawa, I’ve been hired to investigate the case. I’ve read the police reports. My hat is off to you. Very thorough work.” “Just doing my job. If you’ve read them, and I won’t ask how you got them, I’ll ask you again, what is there for us to talk about?” “Detective, I’m not trying to do your job and I’m not asking you to do my job. This is of mutual interest to both of us. The sooner we solve the crime the better, yes? Think of it this way. I’m your helper.

What have we got?" Ashford said. "Short form." "It's fucking weird, sir," Chan said.

This is agony cried Mr Salteena clutching hold of a table my life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.

We need a festival now and again, no matter what situation we're in.

If all that I would want to do was to sit and talk to you...would you listen?

We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.

I have carried that ring every moment of the last twelve years. I bought it the day after I first saw you at the ball. The ruby reminded me of the rose gleaming in your black hair." ~Lord Malcom Ashford

My life would be sour grapes and ashes without you

Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time.” A few snorts and snickers broke the awed silence, and Mason Ashford snapped out of his haze, giving me a lopsided smile. With red hair that stuck up everywhere and a smattering of freckles, he was nice-looking, though not exactly hot. He was also one of the funniest guys I knew. We'd been good friends back in the day. "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session.” "Oh yeah?" I retorted. "Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then.” "It's always a good a time to think about you naked," added someone nearby, breaking the tension further.

Miss Matty: "You were once in a position to help others, Rachel Ashford. Now others are in a position to help you. Don't waste time feeling embarrassed. But when you are in that privileged position again someday, remember to return the favor.

For the train, like life, must go on until it reaches its destination. You might not always like what you see out of the window, but if you pull down the blind, you will miss the beauty as well as the ugliness.

But its hard to believe Coach Ashford...like he's that hot and a good guy. And bisexual? So a fucking unicorn, then.

Eroan Ilanea, you’re my everything. I don’t need a dragon, I’m all-dragon with you. I’m not going anywhere, because I have everything I need right here. I love you now, I loved you yesterday, and I’ll love you a hundred years from now, until you’re as old as that ancient Order elf in Ashford and I’m so old I’ll frighten all the little elflings with inappropriate war stories.” “You already do that,” Eroan said, but smiling again. Lysander touched his nose to Eroan’s. “I’ll love you until all the other dragons are gone and the world is as it was, with billions of humans and hidden elves and houses and cities, and it’s just you and me, wondering when we got old. I’ll love you until your Ashford tree is as tall as the highest mountain. I’m never going to stop loving you because you’re my heart and my soul and my reason for living.” Eroan sighed against Lysander’s mouth, and it was all he could do not to ravish him right there. “Did you doubt it?” he asked. “Not you,” Eroan said, a touch of heat in his face. “I doubted myself.” “Well, don’t.

If there is a God, she thought, music must be his language.

Could she really do it? Could she really go all that way by herself? Yes, she whispered, of course you can do it: you’re thirty-eight years old and you’re not going to the moon, just to Baghdad. The word sounded the way a shiver felt. At the dinner party in London it had been a shiver of excitement, but now it held a frisson of dread.

...and as she stood on the Ashford platform waiting for the small train to come in, she seemed already separated from the people around her. Tomorrow I shall not be among you anymore; not of you but mysteriously still with you, thought Philippa. As Lady Abbess of Brede had said, "People think we renounce the world. We don't. We renounce its ways but we are still very much in it and it is very much in us.

Robert Ashford possessed one of the key character flaws necessary to a traitor. He thought he was smarter than everyone else. This allowed the overeducated career bureaucrat to sell out his own country, because he believed he knew what was best for his nation and its people.

The trouble with still, peaceful places was that they allowed all manner of uninvited thoughts to push their way inside your head.

Oh Bernard she sighed fervently I certinly love you madly you are to me like a Heathen god she cried looking at his manly form and handsome flashing face I will indeed marry you.

Imagination was all very well in the daylight, but it was an uncomfortable thing late at night.

i see said the duke but my own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind [from memory...]

Mr Salteena was an elderly man of 42 and was fond of asking people to stay with him

Years of evolutionary coding told me to jump him and continue the bloodline

Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know. That kind of fear kills you without you realizing. Like bleeding inside.

William, when shall you confess your love for Miss Bennet and propose to her?" Ashford guffawed loudly. “Yes, Darcy, when will you ask the lady to marry you?” Ignoring his friend, Darcy admitted, “I have already done so, Georgie. Twice.

He admired her for throwing off her aristocratic shackles -- his terms, that -- and making her own way in the world. He didn't realize that the truth was so much more complex, so much less impressive. She had less thrown than been thrown.

Bernard placed one arm tightly round her. When will you marry me Ethel he uttered you must be my wife it has come to that I love you so intensly that if you say no I shall perforce dash my body to the brink of yon muddy river he panted wildly.

That apple,” Ashford said, “didn’t fall close to the tree. In fact, it threw itself off the tree’s branches, rolled down a hill, and straight into the nearest theater box, where it surrounded itself with a variety of strawberries of dubious repute.” Eleanor

Her mother would be appalled, but she wouldn't say anything. She would just telegraph her distress with tightened lips and raised brows. She was good at that. Clemmie's mother's brows were better than sign language, complicated concepts conveyed with the minimum of movement.

Mason whacks me on the back of my head. I give him the ‘what the fuck’ look and he just smiles. “If I didn’t think she loves you, I wouldn’t be sitting here when I have a hot little thing waiting for me at home. Believe me, Ashford, you may be taller and pretty, but you don’t have jack shit on Katelyn.

I can’t explain it, but I’ve never had anyone tell me that their feelings weren’t my responsibility.

If you ever want to distract me, pretend that there is a threat to your safety. Because I will always react to that.

We’re literally trying to save the planet with our sustainable, eco-friendly product line.

I had to refrain from the urge to tell him that I’m her daddy now…

It’s not easy to believe in anything when your whole world turns upside down. The main thing is to keep believing in yourself.

How is it, she thought, that one can create a character who is more intelligent, more observant, more perceptive than oneself?

Next morning while imbibing his morning tea beneath his pink silken quilt Bernard decided he must marry Ethel with no more delay.

You know what would be awesome? . . . If I could have a machete.

Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.

If only . . . They had to be two of the saddest words in the English language.

We felt inspired by someone who wasn’t able to make it.

Give children a chance to use their brains and imaginations, and they will. Put a computer console into their hands, and they won’t.

Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know. That kind of fear kills you without you realizing.

His kiss tastes like relief, like a glass of cold water after walking through the desert on a hot day,

There’s a heat growing between us, an electric current that sizzles when two unlikely souls meet their match.

When everything goes against you and you get to a point when it seems you can’t hang on a minute longer, never, never give up—for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

Well, this girl, this Ashford or whatever her name was, looked like a hippie. She was wearing a very pretty pink flowered skirt that was full and so long, it touched the tops of her shoes, which I soon realized were not shoes, but sort of hiking boots. Her blouse, loose and lacy, was embroidered with pink flowers, and both her wrists were loaded with silver bangle bracelets. Her hair, which was almost as long as my friend Dawn's and was dirty blonde, was pulled into a big fat braid (which I might add, was not held in place with a rubber band or anything; it sort of trailed to an end). But the amazing thing was that because of her hair was pulled back, you could see her ears and she had three pierced earrings in each ear. They were all silver and all dangly, but none matched.

It’s the kind of sex that makes you forget your name, who you are, and your reason for living. It redefines everything about you, rewiring your brain and baptizing you into a whole new state of being.

there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.’” Bea was much struck by this. “How lovely,

E.M. Ashford: And death shall be no more" comma "death, thou shalt die." Nothing but a breath, a comma separates life from life everlasting. E.M. Ashford: Very simple, really. With the original punctuation restored Death is no longer something to act out on a stage with exclamation marks. It is a comma. A pause. E.M. Ashford: In this way, the uncompromising way one learns something from the poem, wouldn't you say? Life, death, soul, God, past present. Not insuperable barriers. Not semi-colons. Just a comma.

In October 2015 we were lucky enough to have our wedding at Agatha Christie’s beautiful home, Greenway, on the banks of the River Dart in Devon. If there could be such a thing as a patron saint of second marriages, I can think of no better candidate than Agatha Christie.

All of you, every one of you, will pass through a time when you will face despair.’” That much was faithful to the original. “She told us that it was impossible to love without suffering—but if we never loved, we would never know the true meaning of life. Then she said, ‘When everything goes against you and you get to a point when it seems you can’t hang on a minute longer, never, never give up—for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.’” Agatha

Morning, Miss Ashford.” She stopped short. “Marshal Caradon!” She let out a breath. “You startled me. I thought you’d be gone by now.” Why was this woman always trying to get rid of him? “No ma’am.” Smiling, he raised an apologetic brow. “I’m still here.” He walked from the stall, aware of the way she was looking at him—good and long, full up and down—and he couldn’t help but hope she liked what she was seeing, at least a little. He certainly liked what he was looking at. Her long brown hair fell about her shoulders, curly and loose, like it had last night. Her skirt and shirtwaist were simple homespun, yet somehow took on a fancier appearance with her giving them shape. She had a strength about her that was compelling and impossible to miss. Yet if you looked closely enough—if she let you that close—the woman had a vulnerable side too. One she worked to keep hidden behind that wall she kept up. She’d never believe it if he told her, but it was that vulnerability that he found most attractive.

They all went out by a private door and found themselves in a smaller but gorgous room. The Prince tapped on the table and instantly two menials in red tunics appeared. Bring three glasses of champaigne commanded the prince and some ices he added majestikally. The goods appeared as if by majic and the prince drew out a cigar case and passed it round. One grows weary of Court Life he remarked. Ah yes agreed the earl. It upsets me said the prince lapping up his strawberry ice all I want is peace and quiut and a little fun and here I am tied down to this life he said taking off his crown being royal has many painfull drawbacks.

to look at Louisa, stroked her cheek, and was rewarded by a dazzling smile. She had been surprised by how light-skinned the child was. Her features were much more like Eva’s than Bill’s. A small turned-up nose, big hazel eyes, and long dark eyelashes. Her golden-brown hair protruded from under the deep peak of her bonnet in a cascade of ringlets. “Do you think she’d come to me?” Cathy asked. “You can try.” Eva handed her over. “She’s got so heavy, she’s making my arms ache!” She gave a nervous laugh as she took the parcel from Cathy and peered at the postmark. “What’s that, Mam?” David craned his neck and gave a short rasping cough. “Is it sweets?” “No, my love.” Eva and Cathy exchanged glances. “It’s just something Auntie Cathy’s brought from the old house. Are you going to show Mikey your flags?” The boy dug eagerly in his pocket, and before long he and Michael were walking ahead, deep in conversation about the paper flags Eva had bought for them to decorate sand castles. Louisa didn’t cry when Eva handed her over. She seemed fascinated by Cathy’s hair, and as they walked along, Cathy amused her by singing “Old MacDonald.” The beach was only a short walk from the station, and it wasn’t long before the boys were filling their buckets with sand. “I hardly dare open it,” Eva said, fingering the string on the parcel. “I know. I was desperate to open it myself.” Cathy looked at her. “I hope you haven’t built up your hopes, too much, Eva. I’m so worried it might be . . . you know.” Eva nodded quickly. “I thought of that too.” She untied the string, her fingers trembling. The paper fell away to reveal a box with the words “Benson’s Baby Wear” written across it in gold italic script. Eva lifted the lid. Inside was an exquisite pink lace dress with matching bootees and a hat. The label said, “Age 2–3 Years.” Beneath it was a handwritten note:   Dear Eva, This is a little something for our baby girl from her daddy. I don’t know the exact date of her birthday, but I wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten. I hope things are going well for you and your husband. Please thank him from me for what he’s doing for our daughter: he’s a fine man and I don’t blame you for wanting to start over with him. I’m back in the army now, traveling around. I’m due to be posted overseas soon, but I don’t know where yet. I’ll write and let you know when I get my new address. It would be terrific if I could have a photograph of her in this little dress, if your husband doesn’t mind. Best wishes to you all, Bill   For several seconds they sat staring at the piece of paper. When Eva spoke, her voice was tight with emotion. “Cathy, he thinks I chose to stay with Eddie!” Cathy nodded, her mind reeling. “Eddie showed me the letter he sent. Bill wouldn’t have known you were in Wales, would he? He would have assumed you and Eddie had already been reunited—that he’d written with your consent on behalf of you both.” She was afraid to look at Eva. “What are you going to do?” Eva’s face had gone very pale. “I don’t know.” She glanced at David, who was jabbing a Welsh flag into a sand castle. “He said he was going to be posted overseas. Suppose they send him to Britain?” Cathy bit her lip. “It could be anywhere, couldn’t it? It could be the other side of the world.” She could see what was going through Eva’s mind. “You think if he came here, you and he could be together without . . .” Her eyes went to the boys. Eva gave a quick, almost imperceptible nod, as if she was afraid someone might see her. “What about Eddie?” “I don’t know!” The tone of her voice made David look up. She put on a smile, which disappeared the

Amazon.com destroyed at least $233 million of its shareholders’ wealth by “investing” in dot-bombs like Webvan and Ashford.com.

Dunk hauled him onto his feet and rattled him, shaking some of the mud onto Lord Ashford and the fair maid. “Tell him!” Aerion Brightflame spit out a mouthful of grass and dirt. “I withdraw my accusation.

His

It’s a good thing that I’m yours and a great thing that you’re not going to share me.” “It is?”I cried out as he ground into me, filling me deep, bruising inside and out. “Definitely.”He picked a threatening pace, driving into me over and over again. “Because if I’m yours and you’re mine, then it means you just handed over your freedom, Gemma Ashford.” I cried out as he fucked me harder. “You’re going to marry me. You’re going to worship me every fucking day for the rest of your life. You’ll be my friend, my lover... my wife. You’ll put up with my flaws and accept that I’ll never be perfect. You’ll love me until your dying day.

handkerchief. This had

Cheers,” he muttered, knocking his cup against hers. “This Valentine’s Day punch is awful. Who the fuck made it?” “Moses did.” Reed sighed. “I think he was trying to poison us.” “His mission was successful.” Ashford frowned into his cup. “Where are our problem children anyway?

Theodore, Reed, Spade, Ashford, and Niko were standing at the other side of the lake, already half naked. Kilian jogged up to join them, pulling his shirt over his head. This time next week, the Ironside fans were going to have an aneurism.

Ashford?” “Call me Cian.” “Why would I do that?” “Why should you call me by my name?

Il matrimonio è sempre un salto nel buio, anche quando si pensa di conoscere a fondo l'altro. Alcuni matrimoni funzionano. Ma dubito che ne esistano tanti davvero felici.

Non è facile credere in qualcosa quando il mondo ti crolla addosso. L'importante, però, è continuare a credere in sé stessi.

We will attend a dinner tonight at Lord Ashford's," Elizabeth’s melodic voice cut in. Her speaking tones were nearly as hypnotic as her singing. “Do you know him?” “I'm somewhat acquainted with him,” Georgiana hedged, causing Darcy to smile broadly. She could perform wonderfully in private theatricals!

Fitzwilliam groaned, "Please, Ashford, ensure Lady Charlotte does not seat me next to Mrs. Scott tonight. The last time I dined with her, she stroked my thigh under the table for the entire third course!

The Earl of Chlincham sent a charming gift of some hem stitched sheets edged with real lace and a photo of himself in a striking attitude.

Well said the owner of the house she has a most idiotick run.

Be a man said Ethel in a quiet whisper and I shall always think of you in a warm manner.

Individuals can be divided and conquered, but symbols, symbols endure forever.

Ffsffdsfsdfs

Well, Ashford told me to get him a present, and I asked what he liked and he said sunrises and bad coffee—” “Strong coffee

My heart beats in tune to a song only your heart can play. Your breath gives me life. Your cure to my scars. I'm forever yours, Autumn Ashford. - Alessio

She knew his fear of Cade was nothing to scoff at, but she simply couldn’t fathom why everyone treated Caden fucking Ashford as though he was a god.

I thought it might be nice if we had dinner, just the two of us,” Kara responded shyly. “Like a date?” he inquired teasingly. “Why, Miss Caine, are you trying to seduce me?” “Do you require seduction, Lord Ashford?” Kara replied.

Fuck it, at that point, she would rather they murder her. At least being shot or stabbed would be a relatively quick and clean death versus slowly succumbing to a demise from humiliation after being bent over and spanked by Caden fucking Ashford.

Mr. Ashford seems to be quite—” Mr. Ashford seems to be quite a twat.

Caden Ashford, exploited at the hands of a woman? My, what a novel experience that must be for a man who gets off on dominating the weaker sex.

Heaven forbid, someone hold a grudge against the great Caden Ashford.

I would like to think I’m an elegant man, Miss Caine,” Cade offered with a smile that would have been absolutely pussy-obliterating if Kara didn’t consider him to be such a reprehensible human being. “If charm is your only weapon, you’ve come to this negotiation horribly underarmed, Mr. Ashford.” “Trust me, Miss Caine, you don’t want to be acquainted with my other methods of persuasion. You’ll find they are primitive, but effective.

It was real. Caden Ashford was real. And the bastard had fucking kidnapped her.

Caden Ashford is a baffling bastard, isn’t he Sugar?” Kara inquired of the dark beauty of a horse, who seemed to neigh in agreement.

Two Mr. Ashford's? How terrifying.

What’s wrong, Ashford? Scared to hit a girl? Lost the taste for it since the last time you hit me with your belt?” “Careful, love,” Cade growled, seething with anger at her dangerous attempts to rile his darkness. “You’re taunting a monster, and I don’t think you’ll like it when he unsheathes his claws and comes out to play.” “Fucking try me.

Who knew Caden Ashford was a cuddler?

I’ve found that unbecoming amounts of wealth and over-inflated egos addle the mind in that regard.” Exhibit A: Caden fucking Ashford.

The card goes through. And I have a new, very expensive dress courtesy of Caden Ashford. It’s a shame he’ll never get to see it on. I know money isn’t supposed to buy happiness, but when it’s your ex’s money, it can get you pretty damn close.

So you enjoyed that? Giving me away to another man to be face fucked while you stood by and watched?” “I did,” Cade growls, his eyes flashing with arousal. “Immensely.” “You’re a sick fuck, Caden Ashford.

And once again, Caden Ashford has taken all my broken pieces and forged them anew with fire.

I don’t think I’ve ever managed to keep my composure with Caden Ashford’s innate ability to tug on all the right strings to unravel me completely.

I’m fairly certain Mrs. Hughes gave him a list because there’s no way Lord Ashford knows about shit like dishwasher tablets.

The Ashford I know likes his girls red at the very least. Is the little librarian turning you soft?” “Well, the Satan I know wouldn’t let his lowly slave look at other Doms as though she deserves to suck their cocks.

A kink club that appeals to desperate housewives and men who don’t know how to come without thinking about or fucking someone other than their wife. Sounds brilliant,” I scoff. Finn groans. “Don’t be such a stuck up prick, Ashford.” “I’m part of the aristocracy—it’s in my blood.

Ashford would kill me. So would Satan. Hell, they’d probably do it together and jerk each other off with my blood on their hands. All I’m saying is: do you want me to die? Because that would be the result if you and I went anywhere near Pandemonium together.

My apologies, Dr. Caine, you are absolutely right. Caden Ashford, no title necessary, though technically Lord Ashford would be appropriate if you’re a stickler for formalities. I would offer my hand, but you seem to be tied up at the moment.” The last part might have been a bit much, but Cade couldn’t resist.

With the efforts you’ve taken to stall whatever comes next, the suspense will have killed me before Jace gets a chance to do what he enjoys best. What’s the matter, Ashford, don’t have the balls to give the order?

What the fuck was wrong with Ashford? He’d never been territorial about women. Ever. Bitches meant just as little to Ashford as they did to him; it was one of the reasons they got along so well. And then that fucking prude showed up and had Ashford salivating for a taste of something he couldn’t have.

I may not approve of what Jace was about to do to you tonight, but I can assure you I’m not much better. I may sound like Prince Charming to girls like you, but I don’t have a noble bone in my body. And trust me, princess, I don’t save. I destroy. And I revel in the chaos.” “What if I don’t want someone noble? What if I don’t want to be saved?” What if I want you. “Don’t tempt me, love. I’m not in the mood to be gentle. And after the situation I just pulled you from, you’re not in a state to handle what I want to do to you.” “You know what your problem is, Caden Ashford? You consistently underestimate me. I’m tougher than you think. Or hadn’t you noticed in the week you’ve spent trying to get me to give in to your demands? How did that work out for you?” “You know what your problem is, Kara Caine? You never know when to shut the fuck up.