#england

What a pity it is that we have no amusements in England but vice and religion! ↗

— Sydney Smith

#england #pity #religion #vice

It's really sort of morbid, but she said her mother wanted to see me all her life. And when she died, she made just one request: that a picture of me be put into her casket. So somewhere in England, I'm in a casket. ↗

— Hank Snow

#died #england #her #i #into

After that he turned to the question of invading England. Hitler said that during the previous year he could not afford to risk a possible failure; apart from that, he had not wished to provoke the British, as he hoped to arrange peace talks. ↗

— Kurt Student

#after #apart #arrange #british #could

Praise the Lord, O England's Jerusalem: and Netherland's Zion, praise ye the Lord! He hath secured your gates, and blessed your possessions with peace, even here, where the threatened torch of war was lighted. ↗

— Peter Stuyvesant

#england #even #gates #hath #here

It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#look #middle-class #must #safety

I really wanted to get out of England. ↗

— Jared Harris

#get #i #out #really #wanted

I am a vicar's daughter and still a practising member of the Church of England. ↗

— Theresa May

#church #daughter #england #i #i am

All of our affairs, since the union of crowns, have been managed by the advice of English ministers, and the principal offices of the kingdom filled with such men, as the court of England knew would be subservient to their designs. ↗

— Andrew Fletcher

#affairs #been #court #crowns #designs

The people of England are never so happy as when you tell them they are ruined. ↗

— Arthur Murphy

#happy #never #people #ruined #tell

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