#countryside

I'm just fascinated by visiting actual castles in the countryside. ↗

— Lily Collins

#castles #countryside #fascinated #i #just

In spite of holidays when I was free to visit London theatres and explore the countryside, I spent four very miserable years as a colonial at an English school. ↗

— Patrick White

#countryside #english #english school #explore #four

I write about my region, the countryside in which I grew up. ↗

— Mo Yan

#countryside #grew #i #i write #region

Well, I just said that Jesus and I were both Jewish and that neither of us ever had a job, we never had a home, we never married and we traveled around the countryside irritating people. ↗

— Kinky Friedman

#both #countryside #ever #had #home

I love London. I love England. We were out in the countryside and I had the time of my life. ↗

— Debra Messing

#england #had #i #i love #life

It is quite interesting that whilst there are tremendous theories, in the 1960s when IT was born, everybody was supposedly going to their cottage in the countryside to work in a virtual way. ↗

— Richard Rogers

#cottage #countryside #everybody #going #interesting

I was born in Paris and raised in the suburbs and then lived in the countryside. ↗

— Marion Cotillard

#countryside #i #i was born #lived #paris

It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#beautiful #countryside #experience #john-watson #london

We live, all of us, in sprung rhythm. Even in cities, folk stir without knowing it to the surge in the blood that is the surge and urgency of season. In being born, we have taken seisin of the natural world, and as ever, it is the land which owns us, not we, the land. Even in the countryside, we dwell suspended between the rhythms of earth and season, weather and sky, and those imposed by metropolitan clocks, at home and abroad. When does the year begin? No; ask rather, When does it not? For us – all of us – as much as for Mr Eliot, midwinter spring is its own season; for all of us, if we but see it, our world is as full of time-coulisses as was Thomas Mann’s. Countrymen know this, with the instinct they share with their beasts. Writers want to know it also, and to articulate what the countryman knows and cannot, perhaps, express to those who sense but do not know, immured in sad conurbations, rootless amidst Betjeman’s frightful vision of soot and stone, worker’s flats and communal canteens, where it is the boast of pride that a man doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet. As both countryman and writer, I have a curious relationship to time. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#country-life #countryside #sir-john-betjeman #time #village-life

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down ↗

— John Clare

#inspiration #nature #inspirational