Quotes
Quotes about Country
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
Though they rushed back and forth across the country on the slightest pretext, gathering kicks along the way, the real journey was inward.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.
Peace, plenty, and contentment reign throughout our borders, and our beloved country presents a sublime moral spectacle to the world...
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
My dear and old country, here we are once again together faced with a heavy trial.
How can you be expected to govern a country that has 246 kinds of cheese?
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.
You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry. Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say "hullo." Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do," "How's the world a-usin' you?" . . . . W'en you travel through the strange Country t'other side the range, Then the souls you've cheered will know Who you be, an' say "hullo."
An illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one's experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears like a vision.
No one could ever meet death for his country without the hope of immortality. [Lat., Nemo unquam sine magna spe immortalitatatis se pro patria offerret ad mortem.]
What we have inherited from our fathers and mothers is not all that 'walks in us.' There are all sorts of dead ideas and lifeless old beliefs. They have no tangibility, but they haunt us all the same and we can not get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. Ghosts must be all over the country. as thick as the sands of the sea.
I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country.
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing. To wander along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
We . . . are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.
If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with good people.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, or a new country.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle; and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
The accent of one's country dwells in the mind and in the heart as much as in the language. [Fr., L'accent du pays ou l'on est ne demeure dans l'esprit et dans le coeur comme dans le langage.]
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
America is a country where, thanks to Congress, there are 40 million laws to enforce 10 commandments.
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
