#gland

I am quite prepared, if we can do it without any disrespect to the Crown of England, to bring our titles to the marketplace and make a bonfire of them. ↗

— Wilfrid Laurier

#any #bonfire #bring #crown #disrespect

If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians. ↗

— H. P. Lovecraft

#could #create #england #fire #georgians

The bump I was trying to hide could be the future king of England. ↗

— Bruce Oldfield

#could #england #future #hide #i

Shortly after that, we got management problems over in England, and Judas Priest asked me to join. ↗

— Glenn Tipton

#asked #england #got #join #judas

My mother was born on a tiny farm in County Mayo. She was meant to stay at home and look after the farm while her brother and sister got an education. However, she came to England on a visit and never went back. ↗

— Julie Walters

#back #born #brother #brother and sister #came

In England we have come to rely upon a comfortable time-lag of fifty years or a century intervening between the perception that something ought to be done and a serious attempt to do it. ↗

— H. G. Wells

#between #century #come #comfortable #done

After a couple years of occasional lessons with Pass I moved to Boston to attend the New England Conservatory. ↗

— Mark White

#attend #boston #conservatory #couple #england

I started feeling this little lump in my throat, like you would feel if you have swollen glands or something like that, like you'd feel if you have a cold, so I didn't really think it was anything. ↗

— Adam Yauch

#cold #feel #feeling #glands #i

I divide my time between homes in Arizona and England, six months a year in each place. ↗

— Terri Windling

#between #divide #each #england #homes

The longer one stays here the more does the spirit of the moor sink into one’s soul, its vastness, and also its grim charm. When you are once out upon its bosom you have left all traces of modern England behind you, but on the other hand you are conscious everywhere of the homes and the work of prehistoric people. On all sides of you as you walk are the houses of these forgotten folk, with their graves and the huge monoliths which are supposed to have marked their temples. As you look at their grey stone huts against the scarred hillsides you leave your own age behind you, and if you were to see a skin-clad, hairy man crawl out from the low door, fitting a flint-tipped arrow on to the string of his bow, you would feel that the presence there was more natural than your own. The strange thing is that they should have lived so thickly on what must always have been most unfruitful soil. I am no antiquarian, but I could imagine that they were some unwarlike and harried race who were forced to accept that which none other would occupy. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#england #landscape #moors #age