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I didn't say I would start a yard."
"You didn't have to. I'll come back next year and you'll have a nest of horses outside your window and Puck Connolly in your bed and I'll buy from you instead of Malvern. That's your future for you.
Lockwood gave a sudden exclamation; when I looked at him, his eyes were shining. 'On second thoughts, we can scrap my last suggestion,' he said. 'Stuff the mingling. Who wants to do that? Boring. George - this library. Where is it?
Was wanting of it, when a letter arrived from Mrs. Gardiner,
To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back.
...
Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
R.F. JACKABY
INVESTIGATIVE SERVICES
ASSISTANT WANTED
-$8 PER WEEK-
Must be literate and possess a keen intellect and open mind.
Strong stomach preferred.
Inquire at 926 Augur Lane.
Do not stare at the frog.
Listen, we got two stiffs and a river of red in a villa in Herne Bay ...
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
Fluke me, Murdstone.
Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed.
Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes.
"I meant the idiot Bridgerton."
"That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you.
Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we had no recorded ancestors on either side of the Battle of Hastings.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
the coast, irregular
You are now
In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow
At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore
Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Yet in its depth what treasures!
There was a long-ago saying that was still heard from time to time in town: Waverleys know where to find the truth, they just can't stomach it. Bay
CHARLES. And the courts have declared that your judges were full of corruption and cozenage, fraud and malice. JOAN. Not they. They were as honest a lot of poor fools as ever burned their betters.
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
Q: Does this train stop at Brighton? A: I hope so or there's going to be a hell of a splash.
I move in the university of the waves.
I lived in Camden, Primrose Hill and Kentish Town for 10 years.
You surprise me, Hastings. Do you not know that all celebrated detectives have brothers who would be even more celebrated than they are were it not for constitutional indolence?
Between dock and deck.
here you are in Bath, andBath-- Jane Austen
Pirate Frank. Walks the Plank.
I couldn't have made a better shot, if I had been one of those detectives who see a chap walking along the street and deduce that he is a retired manufacturer of poppet valves named Robinson with rheumatism in one arm, living at Clapham.
vice-chancellor's
Derby born and bred, mate.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
When I moved to Brighton from London in 1995, I was struck by what I thought of as its townliness. A town, it seemed to me, was that perfect place to live, neither city nor country, both of which like to think they are light years apart but actually have a great deal in common.
Very nice sort of place, Oxford, I should think, for people that like that sort of place.
Port Authority Bus Terminal
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER
partner ACC Colin Carswell based at police HQ Sir David Strathern chief constable of Lothian and Borders Police Jean Burchill Rebus's current partner, museum curator
CHAPTER XXXV CHOWTON FARM FOR SALE
London, dirty little pool of life
I have lately returned from Harpers Ferry, to which place I was suddenly called, on the 17th instant, by causes the most disturbing and destructive to the peace and safety of this State.
[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]
My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.
Just to let you know that the buffet car will be closing for stocktaking in five minutes. The next station stop is Chesterfield.
against Cameron's
What's feeding in Derry? What's feeding on Derry?
London is yours. If you want it.
You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair."
"Ha! So you are English!" I poke him in the stomach.
He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing. "I claim ... no ... nationality.
I promised to run the most open and transparent administration in Britain. That is why, with this brutally honest and unprecedented progress report, I am determined to level with Londoners.
Hapmshire" typo,
Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?
Ingersoll is with Homer and Tully and Shakespeare and Burns.
ferry landing, found
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Headquarters in the Saddle.
choose to introduce the granddaughter of the late of Sir Harold Fortescue's groundskeeper to Society.
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
CHAPTER XXI THE FIRST EVENING AT RUFFORD HALL
I need to make a call to Hudson Pierce and see if he'll help me out." Hudson
HIGGINS [aggrieved] Do you mean that my language is improper?
MRS HIGGINS. No, dearest: it would be quite proper - say on a canal barge ...
When I arrived, I didn't understand London customers perfectly, but we've developed the right style with the right price, and step by step, I'm in harmony with London.
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
My queendom for a coffee!
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
Gloucester's not some chi-chi tourist town. It's a working-class seaport: a no-kidding-around down-and-dirty place.
our floating barge.
Your colleague, Captain Grimes, has been convicted before me on evidence that leaves no possibility of his innocence - of a crime (I might almost call it a course of action) which I can neither understand nor excuse. I dare say I need not particularise.
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
One has not the alternative of speaking of London as a whole, for the simple reason that there is no such thing as the whole of it. It is immeasurable - embracing arms never meet. Rather it is a collection of many wholes, and of which of them is it most important to speak?
You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Center Japantown Union
Sir Oliver - that knows more of law than honesty - I
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
chairs. We are practising for an English Academy of Letters." Lord
Joe's Morgue. You stab 'em, we bag 'em.
Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An
821 Cornelia Avenue
Stuart Davises he
Baxter and Sam Hall. 'I'll have a large Scotch, I'm
Street towards Covent Garden. There was
The words come out of Helen Justineau in a flat monotone. Parks thinks of Gallagher's written report, with its proceeding tos and its thereupons. But Justineau's bowed head and the tightness of her grip on the parapet wall add their own commentary. "I
I'm from Southampton.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Nathaniel Septimus Ernest Bertram Lysander Tybalt Zacharias Edmund Alexander Humphrey Percy Quentin Tristan Augustus Bartholomew Tarquin Imogen Sebastian Theodore Clarence Smythe.
And Clare, always Clare.
Sussex, hailed back to Oxfordshire by Rutland's
Doverey, no proverey - Trust but verify.
to Billionaires' Quay in Port Vauban for this impromptu meeting
We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
He settles on the Green Animals Topiary Garden in Portsmouth.
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
I was born Pauline Matthews and grew up in Bradford as one of three children - I had an older brother, David, and an older sister, Betty. My father Fred worked in the mills as a textile weaving supervisor, and my mother, Mary, was a housewife.
Baltimore, looking at a genetics textbook. Her
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.