#province

Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other provinces, and a sight of the distant country. ↗

— Pierre Loti

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It is said that many children who live in the central provinces, away from the ocean, have a great longing to see it. I who had never been away from the monotonous country surrounding us looked forward eagerly to seeing the mountains. ↗

— Pierre Loti

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Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance. ↗

— Paul Martin

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The first issue of The Register was printed in London, and gave a glowing account of the province that was to be - its climate, its resources, the sound principles on which it was founded. ↗

— Catherine Helen Spence

#climate #first #founded #gave #glowing

Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ↗

— Dorthea Lange

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I always considered myself a minor writer. My province is small, and I try to explore it very, very thoroughly. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

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In the animal world, on the other hand, the process of evolution is characterised by the progressive discrimination of the animal and vegetative functions, and a consequent differentiation of these two great provinces into their separate departments. ↗

— Wilhelm Wundt

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We, in our Province, are beginning to realize and appreciate that our slowness in keeping up with our North American neighbours may well have been a blessing in disguise. ↗

— Alex Campbell

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In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true either is true or becomes true. ↗

— John Lilly

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According to them, the poet is confined to the provinces with his mouth broken on his own syllabic trapeze. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

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