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He paused, and then he recited with wry mournfulness the beginning of a poem he had learned to scream in Bermuda, when he was a little boy. The poem was all the more poignant, since it mentioned two nations which no longer existed as such. "I see England," he said, "I see France -
Well, I grew up between Holland and Israel and then moved to France when I was eleven.
I'm from Canada and my wife is from St. Albans, so I feel a great kinship with the Brits.
France is France and a grand place for Frenchman.
England ... the greatest and the most glorious and beautiful land on earth.
Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe.
I am now in Gibraltar. It is a large place and there does not seem to be room in this letter, in which to express my feelings about Moors in bare legs and six thousand Red-coats and to hear Englishmen speak again.
I grew up in a little village in the west of Ireland.
Now I am discovering the world once more. England has widened my horizon.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune.
Small islands, not capable of protecting themselves, are the proper objects for kingdoms to take under their care; but there is something absurd, in supposing a continent to be perpetually governed by an island.
Bonjour, the Embassy of France'
'Ah, bonjour, excuse me for asking but where is the French Coastguard?'
'At the coast. Guarding.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
My Invented Country; it resembles a heart-shaped paradise.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
Wales! Where the men are men and the sheep are scared!
I have English family in Northhampton and have been to England numerous times.
I live between Jamaica and Paris.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Gilly Gilleshpee
I stay in France. Better to be the queen of a village than a servant in a kingdom.
The first goal to be able to divide my life between two lovely places, an island off the coast of France and a village surrounded by Spanish mountains has been achieved.
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each others' tragedies.
England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots ...
Because I am so intensely identified with opinion and analysis and contextualization, I think I just need, for my own psychological benefit, a small island in which I can stand and say, 'I'm going to sit this one out.'
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
As they say in Corsica... Goodbye
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
The charm of Brittany is to be found in the people and in the churches. The former, with their peculiar costumes and their customs, are full of interest, and the latter are of remarkable beauty and quaintness.
All my life I have had a certain idea of France.
We call it Albion. It is the English-speaking world. The one where they kill babies in the womb, right? And here I was hoping we'd be famous for the Moonshot, or democracy, or the Beatles, or something.
Belgian stranger - all
Ireland, Ireland. That cloud in the west, that coming storm.
London, dirty little pool of life
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.
Belgium is the best remedy against patriotism.
England is the country where I learned my profession. They are the ones that trained me, they are the ones that believed in me.
Malta is a sod of a place.
Lovely place, shame about the people!
Does this boat go to Europe, France?
I love England, especially the food. There's nothing I like more than a lovely bowl of pasta.
Micronesia. "It was near Guam," Steve Blauner says. "A guy that sick to
In England I am not English, in India I am not Indian. I am chained to the 1,000 square miles that is Trinidad; but I will evade that fate yet.
From now on I'm Switzerland ok!!
In Northern Ireland, I truly, effortlessly, knew who I was. I knew where I belonged. I felt completely and utterly secure.
Better Than You island doesn't exist. And if it does it's full of idiots, looking over their shoulder for the next idiot to arrive.
If you want to swim across the English Channel from England to France - you have to leave your doubt on the beach in England.
I'm stuck somewhere a small island in the middle of the Atlantic where I'm alone. Because in France, they're like, 'No, you're not like us, you're not a French guy.' And in America, they're like, 'You're not like us.' I'm really alone in my little thing.
England and Brittany were places one came back from. But America, the colonies, and the Antilles were lost in some unknown region on the other side of the world.
Massachusetts, which is hard to spell, it is hard not to
I don't want to go to the Bahamas on holiday. I hate islands. I want to go to Brittany, where it's cold and raining, and there's nothing fancy about it.
Give that woman an inch and she takes the entire British Isles.
I'm completely English, but I grew up in Paris and went to school here. My parents moved when I was five.
It's a Cyprus of misery and soup kitchens and a state which cannot meet basic obligations. It can only cause me grief.
I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it.
I am first of all from La Castellane and Marseille.
So many of my thoughts and feelings are shared by the English that England has turned into a second native land of the mind for me.
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.
I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.
I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving, England is mine and it owes me a living
England occupies a warm spot in my affections. It was the scene of my greatest performance. I was born there.
I live in Paris but I feel I am a daughter of Europe.
If the British Isles had an official vegetable, it would have to be the potato.
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America
as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.
Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
The Netherlands are wet, flat and full of stoned people.
As if to proclaim his home a British Isle unto itself, Teabing had not only posted his signs in English, but he had installed his gate's intercom entry system on the right-hand side of the truck - the passenger's side everywhere in Europe except England.
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
I lived in Shetland for a short while in the seventies and have been visiting ever since, so I have lots of useful contacts!
beautiful country with spectacular views. As
The most isolated inhabited island in the world is Tristan da Cunha, an active volcano located in the middle of the south Atlantic Ocean 1,242 miles (2,000 kilometers) from the nearest land. Tristan da Cunha is Portuguese for "Where the fuck are we?!
I can't move back to England. My home is in France now. I'd love to but I can't. My family's all there now.
I can't say enough about Ireland. I can't. I'd move there.
A particularly Jersey malaise
the inextinguishable longing for elsewheres.
You're NOT Norway!!! You'll never BE Norway!!! And BECAUSE of your not being Norway, you will be CRUELLY and UNFORGIVINGLY PUNISHED!!!
St Patrick was a Roman Briton of good family dwelling probably in the Severn valley.
I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats.
Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.
I'm from Southampton.
I do not suppose you have anything less potent?" "Certainly," he said. "I have the finest champagne, imported from France." "No doubt smuggled," Miss Hobson muttered. "Quite so," Vincent said agreeably. "This is Cornwall, after all.
Lucky come Hawai'i." History
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Though the island of Great Britain exhibits but a small spot upon the map of the globe, it makes a splendid appearance in the history of mankind, and for a long space has been signally under the protection of God and a seat of peace, liberty and truth.
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Over the years, I've lived in a variety of places, including America, but I was born and raised in the Lake District, in Cumbria. Growing up in that rural, sodden, mountainous county has shaped my brain, perhaps even my temperament.
England? England is in London right?
I am a product of my native land, Tuscany, Italy.
White villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!
I think the language as spoken in Limerick and Cork has not really been written; 'City of Bohane' is a combination of the two. Bohane is a little kingdom. When I began writing it, I realised that it was in the future and that it was a place that didn't care about anything that happened outside it.
France is, for me, the country of happiness.
When I was a child in the 1940s and early 1950s, my parents and grandparents spoke of Britain as home, and New Zealand had this strong sense of identity and coherence as being part of the commonwealth and a the identity of its people as being British.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
With the countless chevrons of whitecaps. Soon enough, the navigators can discern the low moonlit lumps of islands ranged along the horizon. France.
The fact that Cornish exists at all is just incredible as is the work that people are doing down there, it's such an important part of who people are.
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
If you look at the map, there's Thrace, Greece, Bulgaria, and there's tiny Gallipoli. It is such a small part of the whole peninsula, and yet you only hear about this little tiny bit.