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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!.
Emerson:bite me Whitne:you wish
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Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
Professor Branestawm
Shortly after his launch into eternity, Bonepenney's room at the inn is rifled by a maiden fair whose name I dare not utter aloud but who now sits demurely before me ...
I hope I don't," she said. "But she said - Laoghaire - " She stumbled on the name. "L'heery," Ian corrected.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Shut the door, Wales.
As lightly toned by reality as the women on 'Sex and the City,' the bold, soigne characters on 'The L Word' suggest that L is also for limerence, that rapturous state of early love when the entire world is glowing and delectable.
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
Linc Hawkins," Erin answered. "He's
Never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows like an Irish one, but goes on forever.
There are many Welsh who are taciturn, truthful, well formed, open minded, handsome and peaceful, even if no particular individual immediately springs to mind.
In the midst of fear Lyra knelt by Lanre's body and breathed his name. Her voice was a beckoning. Her voice was love and longing. Her voice called him to live again. But Lanre lay cold and dead.
Malcolm Price embodies all that is Welsh, aside from the green valleys and male voice choirs. The will to win against insurmountable odds is a penchant of the Welsh, put this with a propensity to never say 'die' and that is what makes the Welsh so durable.
He [Llewelyn Powys] has always in mind the great touchstone Death & consequently life is always judged as how far it fits us, or compensates us, for ultimately dying.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
Southly thru shrubby heath we tromped now till we got to wideway. Wideway I'd heard o' from storymen an' here it was, an open, long, flat o' roadstone. SAplin's'n'bush was musclin' up but wondersome'n'wild was that windy space.
Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.
Bite me, Rhys.'
'Where?
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
I don't see anyone else Nell. All I see, all I want, is you.Nell-- Lily Morton
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
Hapmshire" typo,
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
Littlefinger laughed aloud. With gold and boys and promises, of course. Ser Lyn is a man of simple tastes, my sweetling. All he likes is gold and boys and killing.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
I'm Liam of Erinthia. I'm here to rescue you ... And You are not Cinderella. You are a tree branch wrapped in a sheet
I found a copy of Leven's birth certificate and was surprised to see his birth name listed as E. Leven Thumps. I assume the E. stands for Elton, and I have no idea why they didnt spell it out, but it's intresting to think that it took exactly eleven whacks or thumps to down the oldest tree.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
We'll do it,' said Will Scott comfortably, shouting over the tumult. 'If it's no more than an hour, we'll do it.'
'Christ, I believe you're sorry, you flaming maniac,' said Lymond. 'Don't I keep telling you that this is bloody childishness, and don't you keep agreeing?
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
And so one more to the wandering road. Beyond Blackheath the highway began a steep and curvaceous descent towards Lithgow, where it skirted along hem of the mountains ...
Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
Wil. Of course. - Tobiah
There is no greater enemy of virtue than a charming Welshman.
Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?"
"Catriona." she whispered.
"Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.
My name," he said, "is Slartibartfast." Arthur
P33- the son of an english lord and an english lady nursed at the breast of kala, the great ape.
I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.
In Memoriam, Louis Anglesey, Earl of Upnor, finest swordsman in England, beaten to death with a stick by an Irishman.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
Of the love-making of Carol and Will Kennicott there is nothing to be told which may not be heard on every summer evening, on every shadowy block.
Twilight whippoorwill ... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener ... She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself.
Twill come to you, this love of land.
Marie Laurencin.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Katniss the mockingjay
I was born Ezeogo Igariwey to live my life a legacy for the world,like a wound that healed with a scar that remains."My legacy will leave a mark on the world and I shall never be forgetten for my good,bad,and ugly deeds.
Names are not always what they seem. The common Welsh name Bzjxxllwcp is pronounced Jackson.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I've never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice.
Llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllldkfawawetwlcw Werrejq32rjklwfe Fuck. This.
Aberystwyth (n.)
A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should mind The People's Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
My name came from me wanting a 'double-letter' artist name. In search of the ultimate L-word to put in front of my real name Luke, I heard Snoop Dogg rapping in Gin and Juice 'Laaaaiiidbackk ... ' and I was sold!
Will was making a speech, something about having been young and careless once, the sort of thing old-timers said when they issued a deathblow, as if they thought their sanctimonious ramblings disguised as empathy would be welcomed, but Evie was only half listening.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
Names are important," she said, twirling the cord. "Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out." Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. "My name is Lila Bard," she answered, drawing her favorite knife, "and I don't give a damn." Ojka
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
I was born in Wales but I'm not Welsh - I'm English.
- Elka Cloke, This Bitter Language
Lew? Not that I don't appreciate it, but itLew-- Nora Roberts
Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm.
The trip to Ireland ... ' her father was saying.
'Is to determine his legitimacy,' Wyndham confirmed. And then, with a morbidly jolly expression, he continued, 'It's going to be quite a party. Even my grandmother is going.
Our wyrds - our fates
To Ned, will you. Carry on.
I found out when I went away from Wythorpe the first time in November
remember? How nice it is to rhyme, I must do it all the time.
Briar Greyson, in the bedroom, with the letter opener.
Effie Seabright, we've been fated to meet you for a long time.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
blatherskate," I
My name's Elai, Ellai's daughter, line of the first Cloud, the first Elly; of Pia, line of the first Jin when they made the world. And you're on my land.
Good gracious, Arthur, - I should say Mr Clennam, far more proper - the climb we have had to get up here and how ever to get down
Tact,' Lymond said, 'is the name you should have upon your tombstone.
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
The realm will rise for its rightful king. Tyrell,
of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle----
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl: