Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Gloucester. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Gloucester Quotes And Sayings by 92 Authors including Christopher Moore,Roma Downey,Diana Quick,Stephen Vincent Benet,Sadie Frost for you to enjoy and share.
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
My husband hailed from Dagenham; he's an Essex boy. Me myself, I come from Derry City in the northwest of Ireland, so we love to get back.
I have a cottage near Aldeburgh, and from there it's a sturdy two-mile walk across farmland to an empty beach, where I collect hag stones and run around with the dog. I'm a keen walker, and I love Suffolk's big skies.
Broad-streeted Richmond ... The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
My parents are from Manchester but I was brought up in London, Camden Town.
London, dirty little pool of life
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
I'm originally from a town called Ipswich. I currently live in Newburyport. It's a port city, so I'm right on a river. It's really close to New Hampshire; I can pretty much throw a rock. I like where I'm from.
Oh yeah, I'm an Essex boy and proud of it.
In Stratford you either turn into an alcoholic or you better write.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
on the outskirts of Johnson
The Norfolk landscape sends a shiver through my soul ...
The South Downs of England reminded me a bit of my Old Virginia homeland.
London is yours. If you want it.
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
Julian of Norwich,
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
Quick, name some towns in New Jersey
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
I grew up in Shrewsbury, Massachusetts and went to college in Washington D.C.
I spend so much of my time working away, but I love being here. My family is in Somerset, and this is where my heart is.
Derby born and bred, mate.
Lowell is my home. It is where I drew my first breath. It is where I will always derive a sense of place and a sense of belonging
Bridgeport?" Said I.
"Camelot," Said he.
I was born in Riverside and spent my whole growing-up years in Florence, a little township on the Delaware River. I tell people that I'm from the West Coast of New Jersey.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
When writing about Edinburgh, I place my characters in the parts of the city that I myself have lived in, or else know well, those being the Southside, Marchmont in particular, where I lived as a student, and the New Town/Stockbridge area where I live now and have done for the past 30 years.
We grew up in Woolton, Liverpool. We didn't have much, but it was irrelevant. We played out a lot with all the kids on the street.
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
I was raised in New Jersey - Long Branch.
London darkens the map like England's bowel polyp. There is a whole country up here.
and Derry (give me a minute, give me a minute), but there's not much to compare with the British Museum,
I was born in Cambridge but brought up in and around Winchester, in Hampshire. I've also lived in Hong Kong and America.
Somerset has a wonderful wildness about it - it hasn't been tamed. This is farming country, and there's a realness here - I love it.
Think of this as an adventure, Diesel said.
I'm from Jersey. I get my adventure on the Turnpike.
Manchester, one of the greatest, if not really the greatest mere village in England.
Barringtons aren't local by origin. They're carpetbaggers from Philadelphia - an offshoot of a House that had grown too big to govern. Or more to the point, it'd grown too big for everyone to successfully get along without a whole lot of murdering going on.
I am in Boston right now, in fact, to do work at the New England Historical Genealogical Library, where I'm trying to finish up tracing my lineage back to the seventeenth century.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
Norfolk is not on the way to anywhere, you don't stop off on the way somewhere else - it's an end in itself. You have to want to go there; it's an effort.
Brighton gives me the heebie-jeebies. When I'm near the seafront I can't sleep, I can't eat.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
The thing about Manchester is ... it all comes from here
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Somerset is the first proper country county you come to in the West, which isn't dependent on London and isn't full of commuters. Somerset is full of the most fantastically interesting people.
Just east of Lawrence, Kansas, if that means anything to you. It means nothing to me.
I love it in Warrington. The kids are settled and I've spent GBP10k on a new garden. If I run away it's like I've got something to hide, which I haven't. I'm a big fan of Warrington, but not a big fan of Warrington people at the moment.
Do you know where Laoghaire is?
I will forever and always identify with Scarborough - no matter where I move.
I don't live in London - I'm based in Norfolk and have a place in Scotland.
Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type.
At the beginning of my acting career, I worked for two seasons at the RSC and spent a lot of time in the Cotswolds exploring Shakespeare's countryside. It's my kind of English landscape, with its tiny villages and one-room thatched pubs.
I divide my time between all the mud and open space in Surrey and the social life and work in London, particularly Chelsea, which still has the same village feel that it had in the swinging Sixties.
As a child, I had lived many years in Southampton and sang in the choir of the Dune Church.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
I am Providence.
Cornwall bears a certain resemblance to Italy: each is like a leg or boot, but Italy stands a-tiptoe to the south, whereas Cornwall is thrust out to the west. But, whereas Italy is kicking Sicily as a football, Cornwall has but the shattered group of the Scilly Isles at its toe.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
(Oxford: Clarendon
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
My mum lives near Holkham Bay in Norfolk, and with my dad by the coast in Suffolk, I spend quite a bit of time by the sea.
Ring a ding dillo del! derry, del, my hearties! If you come soon you'll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you'll get grass and rain-water!
Shakespeare is where I live. I adore him.
I'm very fond of Norfolk. My husband came from there and the kids love it. Devon is beautiful, too.
My parents were born in Norfolk and spent their early years working in the big houses of that rural English county, my mother as a cook and my father as a handyman and chauffeur.
to live on Pierson Street, just two blocks north of
When they can hear each other over the wind and the music, they speak Connecticut: I will not Stamford this type of behavior. What's Groton into you? What did Danbury his Hartford? New Haven can wait. Darien't no place I'd rather I'd rather be.
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
On many accounts, Cornwall may be regarded as one of the most interesting counties of England, whether we regard it for its coast scenery, its products, or its antiquities.
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
I'm on the university board in Limerick, so I visit the city often.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
Starting off from Cranchester. All later events seem to have been wiped
town. In the back of his
London's like a forest ... we shall be lost in it.
Court of St. James's,
I live on the edge of Bath. It's really lovely, but its very loveliness freaks me out a bit. It's peaceful, a great antidote to the craziness of being on tour, but sometimes I feel as though I've retired.
People expect me to be that guy. But I'm more east London boy than east Baltimore.
When William the Conqueror commissioned a great survey of his English realm at Gloucester in 1085, the result was a work so thorough, fair, dispassionate, and wide-ranging that it seemed to the succeeding generations to have come from another world.
My accent gets more pronounced when I've been talking to people from Derry.
Sussex, hailed back to Oxfordshire by Rutland's
I'm from Kingston, R.I., sort of on the University of Rhode Island campus - on the margins of that, actually.
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.
The Dumnonii, whose city or fortress was at Exeter, were an important people. They occupied the whole of the peninsula from the River Parret to Land's End. East of the Tamar was Dyfnaint, the Deep Vales; west of it Corneu, the horn of Britain.
I grew up in North Yorkshire, but now London is home.
It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.
Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham. So I offer you a fair middle ground: relocate to northern Virginia. She transfers to the state morgue on Braddock Road, and you get to stay near your old beat.
Here we live in the shadow of the steeple, where the holy rubber meets the road, all crookedly blessed in God's mercy, in the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, race-riot-creating, oddball-hating, soul-shaking, love-and-fear-making, heartbreaking town of Freehold, New Jersey. Let the service begin.
Cathedral Close, when I got to St Leonard's, was emptier than a Sally Army collection box at a Pride festival,
Levante have gone fourth in Serie A. If anyone can tell me what part of Italy Levante is in, please call. I've no idea