Quotes About British

When I listen to Amy Winehouse, I believe that her heart and soul is in the music, or if I listen to other British artists like Duffy or Estelle. The aesthetic of it is different, and it's my point of view. It's not anything formulaic.

the Dyers' Company could trace their skills back to the ancient British liking for donning warpaint. 'The secret of dyeing wools and woollen goods was familiar to those who pursued that craft, as it was little more than an evolution from the British custom of staining the person with woad or some other pigment', according to a nineteenth-century history of the Dyers' Company.

Dull is the eye that will not weep to see- Thy walls defaced thy mouldering shines removed- by british hands, which it had best behoved- to guard those relics ne'er to be restored. Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,- And once again thy hapless bossom gored- and snatch'd shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred.

I heard someone walk out of the alley behind me, and my body went tense and tight, despite my weariness.  Then a young woman's voice said, in a passable British accent, The Little People are easily startled, but they'll soon be back.  And in greater numbers.     I sagged in sudden, exhausted relief.  The bad guys hardly ever quote Star Wars.

Who," said the man, his accent thick and British, "are you?" "The Great Pumpkin," I responded. "I've risen from the pumpkin patch a bit early because Butters is just that nifty. And you are?

Plan B," I said. "Okay, right. We need a plan B. If we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something." Susan let out a puff of laughter, and then I turned to her, my eyes alight. "We have a great big truck," Susan said. "Then why didn't you list that among our assets?" I said, in a bad British accent. "Go!" Susan vanished back down the

What that picture represents is the first ever photographic record of a tracksuit manager in British football.

I have no interest in Shakespeare and all that British nonsense... I just wanted to get famous and all the rest is hogwash.

Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.

We believe that within five years, 96 percent of British consumers will have access to the Internet, whether it be through a personal computer, a set-top box or a mobile phone.

Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea.

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

Dad loved movies and I grew up with British comedy. My ultimate favourite is Peter Sellers.

Absolute monarchy,... is the easiest death, the true Euthanasia of the BRITISH constitution.

Venerable training ships displayed their chequered hulls by the wooded shore, and whispered of the days of oak and hemp, when the tall three-decker, comely and majestic, with her soaring heights of canvas, like towers of ivory, had not yet given place to the mud-coloured saucepans that fly the white ensign now-a-days and devour the substance of the British taxpayer: when a sailor was a sailor and not a mere seafaring mechanic.

by the fire while—or "whilst," as the Brits say

We're to write our letters to Father Christmas." "To be burned up in the chimney?" Gem asked. "One of my favorite British traditions.

It's getting old"—he said—"your stoic-Britons-confront-the-impatient-American thing.

In the folklore of the British Isles, a bodach is a vile beast that slithers down chimneys at night and carries off children who misbehave. Rather like Inland Revenue agents.

I'm a tea-swilling limey, too.

New Music, I guess, is all those bands Angie listens to. They have names like Depeche Mode and The Smiths and all they sound the same to me - like a bunch of skinny white British nerds on Thorazine. The Stones, when they started, were a bunch of skinny white British nerds too, but they never sounded like they were on Thorazine. Even if they were.

Shades of Harry the deserter, I thought furiously. What in God's name is the British army coming to? Glorious traditions, my aunt Fanny.

Muchas gracias, my dear," he told her, and bowed low over her hand. "Azeel, please tell her that we could not even contemplate this venture without her courage and help. The entire British Navy is in her debt.

And Claire Ã¢â'¬Â¦ His mouth went dry. Claire was, so far as anyone in Philadelphia knew, the wife of Lord John Grey, a very visible Loyalist. And Jamie himself had just removed John Grey's protection from her, leaving her alone and helpless in a city about to explode. How long did he have before the British left the city? No one at the table knew.