#english

I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have. ↗

— Florence Nightingale

#bed #english #excited #farm #i

I'm proud I'm English and I'm passionate about my country. ↗

— Wayne Rooney

#country #english #i #passionate #proud

But at the time when he wrote, Englishmen, with the rarest exceptions, wrote only in French or Latin; and when they began to write in English, a man of genius, to interpret and improve on him, was not found for a long time. ↗

— George Saintsbury

#english #englishmen #exceptions #found #french

American professional athletes are bilingual; they speak English and profanity. ↗

— Gordie Howe

#athletes #bilingual #english #profanity #professional

I noticed you right away.” She gave me an approving look. “I like quiet, polite men. And men who wear Hugo Boss. I was hoping you weren’t gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul.” “Uh…sorry,” I said. “It’s pretty much full-time now. The pay’s not great, but the perks… ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#death

I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression 'killing time.' It's a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#english-language #french #time #death

I spent the period reading the first novel assigned for English. And wow. If I hadn't realized I was in France yet, I do now. Because Like Water for Chocolate has sex in it. LOTS of sex. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#english

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#josh-lanyon #religion #religious-faith #satanism #the-hell-you-say

At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then ↗

— Alison Bechdel

#literary-criticism #university #experience

Natalie said, “That detective in charge of the case: is he your Jake?” My mouth dried. The words felt arid and dusty as I forced them out. “Who told you his name?” Like I had to ask. “Lisa pointed him out on television the other night, and I recognized him as one of the cops who was in here the other day.” I opened my mouth, and then shut it. Jake had to know he was fighting a rearguard action. And I was through lying to my own friends and family. “Yeah,” I said. “We used to be friends. A long time ago. He’s married now.” “Bastard,” she said. I shook my head. “Not really. He never lied to me. I just didn’t ask the questions I didn’t want to know the answers to. ↗

— Josh Lanyon

#death