Quotes About British

Ben-Gurion was talking about planning a war against five Arab armies and we were still being arrested by the British for carrying a pistol down the street.

He walked to Brooks's, intending to drink a glass of port, eat a joint of beef, and read the Times. But even at his club, surrounded by all the trappings of the honorable British gentleman, he still longed for the forbidden fruit; he still hungered for the hot, sweet kisses of an Italian girl.

Things have happened—so fast. Ten days ago, we didn't even know Rudy was sleeping rough again." "Isn't that a British term?" "It is." Mrs. Drysdale is allowed to speak to this at least. "But Rudy liked it. He said it was more like the way he lived. He wasn't homeless. Our door was always open to him. Always.

The British never seem to do anything until they've had a cup of tea, By which time it's too late.

And he was the first person to use the term "British Empire" to describe his vision.

And then another conquest began-that of the British.

British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any

the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human

lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications

this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more

order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications

earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important

Shrewd as the British capitalist proverbially is, his judgment in regard to American investments has been singularly fallible.

Talking to the British about sex is like talking to Americans about reading. Nobody does it so why talk about it?

The FN P-35 was known more commonly as the Browning Hi-Power, a popular enough firearm to those who used it, and in and of itself, nothing more needed to be noted. Except the fact that the Browning was the sidearm of choice for the Special Air Service, and while the gun itself was produced by Fabrique Nationale, a Belgian concern, and named after an American gunmaker--John M. Browning--there were many who thought of the weapon as Very British Indeed.

Sir Peter Tapsell: 'You cannot ask the British Prime Minister to autograph a bottle of table wine. You really cannot.' 'It is English,' I bleated. 'Non-vintage?' 'Er … yes.' 'Good God, what is the party coming to?

In 1933 Hilton was asked to write a 3,000 word short story for the magazine The British Weekly. After a week without inspiration he suddenly had an idea to write the story of the much-loved schoolmaster which he entitled Goodbye, Mr. Chip!

onto a bus with an eager group of American and British tourists decked out in plaid shorts and sun hats and made the fourteen-kilometer trip from the hotel, across the Nile River

I listened to the 911 tape. The caller had a British accent and sounded scared. In fact, the fear in her voice and whatever she wasn't saying were more alarming than what she said.

I moved to L.A. and did a two-part episode of this British export show called 'Cracker.' I kissed Josh Hartnett. I think Josh Hartnett's first onscreen kiss was me, unfortunately.

Suits are malevolent magicians' sleeves for socialists, full of patrician loops and tricks, small, embroidered, cryptic messages of deference and privilege. They are ever the uniform of the enemy. They are also the greatest British invention ever.

Americans enjoy uniformity in a way that the British don't; they wanted everybody of a sort of nice chorus line height and here I was, this person who was a good three inches taller than anyone else on the end of the line.

The dream of empire died when Shanghai surrendered without a fight. Even at the age of 11 or 12, I knew that no amount of patriotic newsreels would put the Union Jack jigsaw together again. From then on, I was slightly suspicious of all British adults.