Cornwall Quotes

“He had spent much of his childhood perched on the coast, with the taste of salt in the air: this was a place of woodland and river, mysterious and secretive in a different way from St. Mawes, the little town with its long smuggling history, where colorful houses tumbled down to the beach.”
― Robert Galbraith, Career of Evil

“She didn't look at where his shirt rode up. There was no reason to sail down Sexy Thoughts River to the Sea of Perversion when it wasn't going to go anywhere.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Grenville's line of Cornishmen swayed and lurched, a low growl running through the ranks like a storm far out at sea, the boulders grinding as the waves built. And then it burst, men yelling, shaking their weapons in the air, the pikes clashing, thumping the ground, shouting, demanding, exclaiming, 'Kernow vedn keskerras!' Cornwall will march!”
― Charles Cordell, The Keys of Hell and Death

“But God knew how he missed the sea. He missed it in the sun, in the wind and the dark. He even missed the hiss of rain sweeping across it. He missed the dancing sunlight, its ever-shifting tint and hue, scudding cloud and shadow – dappled, ruffled, heaving, waves ridden by white horses, spume streaked, fierce and shrieking. He missed its limitless, open call, its ungoverned, unchecked freedom, the pull of the horizon, an unknown shore, clarity and unfathomable deep. Most of all he missed the 'mordroz': the sound of the sea, its soothing whisper, its pounding drum, its howling fury. For the sea called to him still; it was in his blood, wanted him back, sucked at his soul, clawing, smothering, dragging him down, a restless lover, a shining temptress that could never be sated.”
― Charles Cordell, The Keys of Hell and Death

“Benton had a strong interest in helping to ensure that Warren's home life wasn't greatly disturbed: his wife was Cornish, and that morning Warren had arrived with six Cornish pasties of remarkable flavour and succulence.”
― P.D. James, The Private Patient

“Newlyn does not look like the Cornish towns on either side: Penzance and Mousehole. Those are resort towns where British vacationers practice that peculiarly British pastime of strolling the beaches and walkways, bundled in sweaters and mufflers. But Newlyn is a fishing town - or, increasingly, an out-of-work fishing town.”
― Mark Kurlansky, Cod: A Biography of the Fish that Changed the World

“How many times during his Cornish childhood had he been caught unawares as he stood with his back to the treacherous sea? Those who did not know the ocean well forgot its solidity, its brutality. When it slammed into them with the force of cold metal they were appalled.”
― Robert Galbraith, Career of Evil

“In the fishing village of Mousehole in Cornwall it is traditional to eat 'stargazy pie' on the evening of 23 December. It is an intriguing pie, made with pilchards placed so that their heads poke through the crust at the centre of the pie, gazing at the stars, as it were. It is made in honour of a local mythical hero, Tom Bawcock ('bawcock' is an old word meaning 'a fine fellow'), whom legend says sent out on a bad night during a bad season, returning with sufficient fish to save the locals from starvation.”
― Janet Clarkson, Pie: A Global History

“Looking back along my morning’s route, I can see the trail roller-coasting past estuaries and inlets, snaking its way along the meandering coastline.”
― Diane Winger, The Long Path Home

“You're done with the Duke of Wakefield and his sister?"
"Certainly his siter," Val allowed. "She went off to marry that dragoon fellow in Cornwall." He flipped his had in the air. "And I won't go to Cornwall for anything.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Dearest Rogue

“You're done with the Duke of Wakefield and his sister?"
"Certainly his sister," Val allowed. "She went off to marry that dragoon fellow in Cornwall." He flipped his had in the air. "And I won't go to Cornwall for anything.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Dearest Rogue

“A night when the old year stumbles and the new is yet to be born, a night when time does not flow but pools, and everything that could be, is.”
― Lili Hayward, A Midwinter's Tail

“Because Christmas Ever is the one night of the year when the animals can speak, and the rocks can sing and the sea itself can whisper to us, if only we learn how to listen...”
― Lili Hayward, A Midwinter's Tail

“But what people are really doing, when they tell those tales, is weaving the old magic.”
― Lili Hayward, A Midwinter's Tail

“The duchy’s singular structures encouraged participation whilst also feeding and fuelling senses of solidarity and separation: if the tenth-century kingdom was a spring, the earlier Norman earldoms were rivulets – tributaries to the duchy – which, like a river, coloured and cultivated the landscape of Cornish identity.


R. E. Stansfield-Cudworth, ‘The Duchy of Cornwall and the Wars of the Roses: Patronage, Politics, and Power, 1453–1502’ (2013), p. 129.”
― Robert E. Stansfield-Cudworth

“The Cornish language did not die a natural death; it was executed like a criminal by the oppressing Saxon power.”
― Ithell Colquhoun, The Living Stones: Cornwall