Quotes About England

My favourite England player is Harry Kane.

I grew up in England, and people there are pretty difficult. They never say what they mean, and when they do it comes out harsh.

I grew up in England. My school coat was grey and white herringbone Harris tweed, and I hated it.

Tea-shops were to become my favourite haunts in England.

England really is the birthplace, the heart and soul of football. If Barcelona had Liverpool's fans, or Arsenal's, or United's, we'd have won 20 Champions Leagues, hahaha!

I grew up in England, and at the time, cinema was very heavy arthouse cinema, and there was no one making movies that were designed to be in multiplexes.

The wickets in England are very helpful to me.

I feel I am ready to experience football at the highest level in Europe and the opportunity to play in England is a dream.

English culture is highly literary-based.

England had another line of defence, in the establishment of numbers of "slewdogges"48 for the tracking down of raiders; money was raised for their maintenance, and from the number of them stolen in raids it is obvious that they were highly prized. They could be worth as much as £10.

And then peace broke out. It seems surprising, in view of what had been and what would one day follow, but there now began an era of tranquillity between England and Scotland, and consequently along the Border, which was to endure almost uninterrupted for nearly two hundred years.

One thing the war ensured; whatever treaties might be made and truces agreed at the top, however often a state of official peace existed, there was never again to be quiet along the frontier while England and Scotland remained politically separate countries.

The 1563 agreement between England and Scotland speaks of "lawfull Trodd with Horn and Hound, with Hue and Cry and all other accustomed manner of fresh pursuit"; according to Scott, this obliged the pursuer to carry a lighted turf on his lance-point, as earnest of open and peaceful intentions.

England is the most class-ridden country under the sun. It is a land of snobbery and privilege, ruled largely by the old and silly.

The mere words "Socialism" and "Communism" draw towards them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, "Nature Cure" quack, pacifist, and feminist in England. . . . The food-crank is by definition a person willing to cut himself off from human society in hopes of adding five years on to the life of his carcase; that is, a person out of touch with common humanity.

The sinister fact about literary censorship in England is that it is largely voluntary. Unpopular ideas can be silenced, and inconvenient facts kept dark, without the need for any official ban.

England will still be England, an everlasting animal stretching into the future and the past, and, like all living things, having the power to change out of recognition and yet remain the same.

Intellectual honesty is a crime in any totalitarian country; but even in England it is not exactly profitable to speak and write the truth. In England such concepts as justice, liberty and objective truth are still believed in. They may be illusions, but they are very powerful illusions.

In England patriotism takes different forms in different classes, but it runs like a connecting thread through nearly all of them. Only the Europeanized intelligentsia are really immune to it.

Lo siniestro de la censura literaria en Inglaterra es que en su mayor parte es voluntaria. Las ideas impopulares pueden silenciarse, y los hechos inconvenientes mantenerse en la oscuridad, sin necesidad de prohibición oficial.

England was ruled by an aristocracy constantly recruited from parvenus

there can hardly be a town in the South of England where you can throw a brick without hitting the niece of a bishop.

The Duke looked at him sardonically. 'I am not in the least interested in your emotions, Vidal. What I object to is that you have had the impertinence to disturb your mother. That I do not permit. You will leave England at once.

Dear Edward has given Fanny a chocolate-coloured coach with pale blue cushions. The wheat is picked out in blue. He held the sheet at arm's length. It seems strange, but no doubt Fanny is right. I have not been in England for such a time...Ah, I beg her pardon. You will be relieved to hear, my dear Hugh, that the wheat still grows as it ever did. The wheels are picked out in blue.