Lord Bowen Quotes

Memory in these incomparable streets, in mosaics of pain and sweetness, was clear to me now, a unity at last. I remembered small and unimportant things from the past: the whispers of roommates during thunderstorms, the smell of brass polish on my fingertips, the first swim at Folly Beach in April, lightning over the Atlantic, shelling oysters at Bowen's Island during a rare Carolina snowstorm, pigeons strutting across the graveyard at St. Philip's, lawyers moving out of their offices to lunch on Broad Street, the darkness of reveille on cold winter mornings, regattas, the flash of bagpipers' tartans passing in review, blue herons on the marshes, the pressure of the chinstrap on my shako, brotherhood, shad roe at Henry's, camellias floating above water in a porcelain bowl, the scowl of Mark Santoro, and brotherhood again.

It would seem that, years later, Heath Hextall still had the ability to make her feel safe and valuable and visible, just as he had done as a boy. He was, at this moment, and as he had always been, an anchor in the storms she’d never seen coming.

She held his eyes with hers. 'Why are you so good to me?' she whispered. 'Because you are an extraordinary woman,' he said quietly. 'If you would only stop comparing yourself and your talents to those who will never matter, to those who do not truly care about you, you would see what I see.

I don't know what's come over this place,' Maud stated. 'However, the Lord did, so in despair He showed me what I had better do.' 'And did the Lord suggest your sticking up your father for ten shillings?' 'No, I thought of that,' said Maud, not turning a hair.

How was it this easy? When had Josephine Somerhall’s presence become something he required to find...happiness? Since when did he need to be in her company to find the burden of responsibility temporarily banished, the long-forgotten laughter and carefree joy of living reinstated with a single smile?

The point of all this, Hextall, is that there will always be unfair obstacles in life that make it easy to fall into a trap of self-pity. But each person has to decide for themselves if they will embrace or overcome those excuses. Happiness is something you must choose. Sometimes it is not always an easy choice.

Everything he had ever done in his life he had done with careful consideration and evaluation of the consequences. This, this thing with Joss, was unlike anything he had ever encountered. He only knew it was right. And inevitable and inexplicable and he didn’t give a damn about anything other his utter need for this woman.

The car begins to rise toward the sixth floor. The elevator buttons wouldn’t even work if I pressed one. Only employees can choose a destination, and only if they’re approved to go there. It’s like an even more paranoid version of the Death Star. Although, I’ve been promised tacos, and I don’t think the dark lord eats Mexican.

She had noticed that his complexion underneath days' worth of stubble had darkened in the sun and wind, and tiny white lines radiated out from the corners of his eyes, as if he spent a lot of time laughing. Viola found she rather liked the idea of this man laughing. Liked the idea of being able to make him laugh.

There was nothing but resolute determination stamped across her beautiful features. He felt something in his chest squeeze. This was the woman that he would have with him. The woman he would want by his side as he ventured forth into the unknown, armed with her wits and her determination. And if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

I don't want a duke. I want you.' She spoke it, an admission of what had become her truth, and it was intensely liberating. 'I want only you,' she repeated.

Are you mocking me again?' How did this man do it? How did he knock her off balance so easily? She might not know a great deal about kissing, but she certainly knew a great deal about conversation. And until she had met Mr. Shaw, she had considered herself quite accomplished at it. 'I'm not mocking you, my lady. I answered your question. If you want a better answer, then ask a better question. You're smarter than this.' She realized she had no idea if he was insulting her or complimenting her.

There was a reckless joy racing through her veins at the possibility that someone would believe in her like that. Would believe that she could do something that no one else thought she could.

He looked so capable and steady. So in control of his life. So sure of what he wanted. For just one moment, she wanted to know what that felt like.

Viola stood awkwardly, staring up at him. It annoyed her that he made her feel awkward. Viola Hextall was not awkward. Ever.

Viola could feel herself flushing. 'I just want to belong.' 'Belong where, Lady Viola? And to whom?' Viola looked up at him, realizing that she no longer had an easy answer.

She had tried to be the perfect daughter of a soapmaker. She had tried to be the perfect sister of an earl. She had tried so hard to be a perfect part of an imperfect society that she had turned herself into a person she no longer recognized. Perhaps, just this once, she would try being Viola Hextall.

Reddish-brown hair worn shaggy, as if he simply didn't care about style. Which was baffling. Really, what sort of educated man didn't care about style?

Caleb’s hard cock, which appeared right in front of my eyes. Upside down. It took me a groggy moment to realize that Caleb had turned the wrong way around on the bed, and was nuzzling my balls with his lips. A warm tongue began licking the base of my morning erection. “Oh, Lord,” I gasped. A muffled chuckle came from my groin. “Somebody swore.” I had, too. And I thought I was probably going to do it again. Because that tongue. It was shameless. My cock was bathed in wet licks and kisses.

Come here. Straddle me,” I demanded. With bashful eyes, Josh threw a leg over me, sitting on my hips. What a view! His lean, muscular chest rose up above me. Josh had only a little hair trailing down the center of his abs, thickening as it approached his beautiful dick. I put my palms on his torso, rubbing him sweetly. “What are you thinking about right now?” “Kissing you,” he said immediately. “Get to it, then.” He put his hands down onto the mattress and gave me his mouth. Lord, I’d missed this. His wet lips skimmed me first, and then his tongue came out to play with mine. We lost ourselves in those kisses. After only a few minutes, we were both moaning and fucking our hips against one another. It was awesome. But I didn’t want to come like this, though I was already close. “Sit up, baby,” I begged. Josh obeyed me immediately. I grabbed his dick in my hand and gave it a squeeze. “I want this in my mouth.” His breath stuttered. And then he tried to slide off me. But I caught his hip in my free hand. “No. Stay here. Slide forward on me. All the way up.” His eyes went wide, but he began to scoot up my body. I was hard as nails, too, with Josh spread wide for me, and right in my face. The musky scent of him made me desperate. And the bead of cum on the tip of his dick made me lick my lips. I craned my neck and licked it off. Josh gasped.

Well, bring a scarf, or better yet a small blanket, with you tomorrow. In the meantime, here.” Annie untied the lace scarf around her neck. Bowen stiffened and Elsie gasped as they stared at Annie’s neck. It was covered in scars, as if someone had taken a knife to her and cut just enough to make marks, but not to kill. “Oh!” Elsie exclaimed. “How … er, what happened to …?” “We all have scars, dear,” Annie said softly. “Mine have made me who I am today.” Tears formed in Elsie’s eyes. “I’m so sorry! I can’t imagine what it must be like …” “To have these? Mine are visible, that’s all. They’re a reminder of a part of my life that was indeed horrible. But what kind of person would I be without them? My life might have been better, perhaps, but I wouldn’t understand the healing love of the Lord or of the people in this town.” She smiled again and put a hand on her neck. “One day I’ll tell you the story behind these. But right now, we need to practice.” She turned, strode up the aisle to the front of the church, and gathered the three wise men together to inspect their costumes.

Why should we bother the Lord with such small trifles?” she said. “That is what the saints are for.

Lord Kilhenny’s gaze moved from me to Darcy and back again. “A friend from London, eh?” There was almost the hint of a smile. “Didn’t fool me for a second. You were the thing that was important to him, weren’t you?

dismal place proved time was running out and desperation was beginning to eclipse good sense.