#wales

The moment seemed right to me for a full and, if possible, authoritative portrait of the life and character of the Prince of Wales. ↗

— Jonathan Dimbleby

#character #full #life #me #moment

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA') ↗

— Philip Gross

#poetry #wales #forgiveness

It was more than that, he said, looking down briefly at her. Love fades when you die. I am clearly dead, but my love for her hasn't diminished. It still burns inside me like a flicker in a flame. ↗

— Rachel M. Greenebaum

#char-wales #fairy-tale #love #romance #the-wales-boy

Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.” “What does that mean?” “It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#wales #welsh #will #will-herondale #will-herondale