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God has brought me to Kentucky ... the precise place he has chosen for my sanctification.
RICH BOYS Heather L. Benton
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
South Jersey is home to Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, one of the finest military installations in the world, and it was my honor to represent the base and all of those who serve there.
Bagby Hot Springs.
20th Century Ghost (Hill, Joe) - Your Note on Location 26 | Added on Saturday, November 1, 2014 7:42:29 PM
Abandoned Lee Shepherd
This here is: JESUS LAND
silver jubilee. He
Solution: Winchester.
Heaven must be a Kentucky kind of place.
Shibuya is a trendy part of Tokyo where young people come to meet and have a good time.
Home in Missoula,
Home in Truckee,
Home in Opelousas,
Ain't no home for me.
Home in old Medora,
Home in Wounded Knee,
Home in Ogallala,
Home I'll never be
West Virginia had the Hatfield and the McCoys. Shakespeare had the Capulets and the Montagues. Salvation had the Martins and the Sweets.
Delta is full of guys who can stay awake for a week and walk a hundred miles and shoot the balls off a tsetse fly, but it's relatively empty of guys who can do all that and then tell you the difference between a Shiite and a trip to the latrine.
Leave it alone Schuyler. For your sake and mine.
If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill.
Do you know Shimla Best Hotel name. When i come to shimla stay Snow King Retreat Hotel and enjoy happiest day your life.
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.
It's Hydrogenville in the Hab.
Kayla Robinson, if you don't shut up I'll fly down there and suck every last bit of blood from your stupid cheating cow body!
town. In the back of his
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
No one calls me Sammy. My mother occasionally throws a "Samuel", but I am, and have always been, just Sam. Sammy is a name for five-year-olds and game show hosts and Shinny Happy People.
I am, definitely, not a Sammy
Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God!
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished ...
Tazburg, Mise, Divine, South Ridge. He read the names off the
You shall be known among us as Usul, the base of the pillar. This is your secret name, your troop name. We of Sietch
Oh yes, I want to play with 'Samson'. Come to Delilah.
The Commanding Heights
I grew up in Kilmichael, Mississippi. It's a dot on the map 100 miles north of Jackson.
Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.
Just east of Lawrence, Kansas, if that means anything to you. It means nothing to me.
I wanted to use some kind of name so people would know where I was from. So I took the name "bluegrass." There is not a prettier name in the whole world.
This gentleman is heading for Mineral County in West Virginia. Near a place called Keyser, not too far from the Maryland line." Which all meant nothing to Reacher, except that West Virginia sounded one step better than regular Virginia.
StocktontoMalone
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
Just call me Sassenach.
Graves they say are warm'd by glory;
Foolish words and empty story.
Sunshine is just beyond the clouds Carl Joesph Gunner
The flag given to the son of a soldier.
The siren south is well enough, but New York, at the beginning of March, is a hoyden we would not care to miss
a drafty wench, her temperature up and down, full of bold promises and dust in the eye.
My idea of heaven is a place where the Tyne meets the Delta, where folk music meets the blues.
Steven, I know I phrased that as a question, but it was really a command. Yes, but mine is ... ummm ... private. Private, Steven? Yes, Miss Palma. PRIVATE Steven? Again with the capital letters?
Many Lexington natives believe they live in a special place, one impossible to leave. I'm not so sure about that - or it's more accurate to say I think a more general truth exists beneath it: the place you first call home stays with you always, whether you remain or go.
Then there was Micah Jenkins, the Captain of Troop K, a gentle and courteous South Carolinian, on whom danger acted like wine. In action he was a perfect gamecock.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Bring Solomon Gorge to God that he might purge the sin from this evil land!
Picpus Cemetery, where Lafayette is buried under dirt from Bunker Hill.
As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from.
We were two miles from Bunker Hill, in the east part of town, in the section of factories and breweries. She
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
I love a brave soldier who has undergone the baptism of fire.
The newest animal Route 5 had used up, it seemed, was my daughter's beloved pet. We buried Smucky in the pet sematary. My daughter made the grave marker, which read Smucky: He was obediant. (Smucky wasn't in the least obedient, of course; he was a cat, for heaven's sake.)
has borne him to the seventh crystal heaven
My Suzie, also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh Christ It's Her, Run.
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!
Thank you, sir. But, uh, can you tell me where the First New York Regiment is?
What is this Sweet Home Alabama? You have a baby. In a bar.
I am proud to be a Southerner.
Who am I, Joshua? Name me.Joshua-- Mora Early
You see that? That big messy spiral of people, moving, trying to find God? I ask them, as the exodus unfolds once again on screen.
That right there is Zion. Get there however you can.
What is this place? Heaven? <> Ha. <> You're supposed to say, It's Iowa.
The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call out there.
What's a starbuck?
...where there's Hilo, oh, there's blissweed.
Zion, thou art doubtless anxious for news of thy captives; they ask after thee, they who are the remainder of thy flock.
Waste cilake," Sioux for "I love you,
You know, I love the South.
Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. I can't get away from myself.
Our Southern brethren have done grievously, they have rebelled and have attacked their father's house and their loyal brothers. They must be punished and brought back, but this necessity breaks my heart.
I'm a Southerner.
Southern DADDY - Dandy At Doin' Diapers Y'all!
On 'Justified', we're driving all around Southern California trying to find a location that we can call Kentucky.
Joshua to volunteer to take us, because it would have taken us forever
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
Where could you go in Harrisonville?-this smalltime place haunted by by homilies, platitudes, and booshwah.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!
How southern belle of her.
Let me tell you what is coming ... Your fathers and husbands, your sons and brothers, will be herded at the point of the bayonet ... You may, after the sacrifice of countless millions of treasure and of thousands of lives, as a bare possibility, win Southern independence ... but I doubt it.
What's my favorite thing about Seattle? It's Ho Ho's Restaurant.
We'll make a bunker hill of it.
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
Sun Valley is one of my favorite spots.
I'm a southern gentleman.
Bray is where I live; it's a seaside resort. It's a nice place to walk up there and stuff, on the coast. There's crosses along on top of it.
We are in a new Civil War, and just like the last, it is a struggle for the sanctity of the Union - and it's hardly civil.
Chapter 11 Bobby Bell
Samson had his Delilah, Adam his Eve, and the Jazter had you.
Already, I can see my epitaph. Here lies Jaz, lover of his fellow men, done in royally by one of them.
What is this place? Heaven? You're supposed to say, "It's Iowa.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes.. miwacles.
My name is Natasha Trethewey, and I was born in Gulfport, Mississippi, in 1966, exactly 100 years to the day that Mississippi celebrated the first Confederate Memorial Day, April 26, 1866.
Whose Daddy's Little Girl Now?
If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.
Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
I'm drowning in whiskey river.