Wales Quotes

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Cassandra Clare
“Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired.
Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.”
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

Diana Wynne Jones
“Wizard Howl," said Wizard Suliman. "I must apologize for trying to bite you so often. In the normal way, I wouldn't dream of setting teeth in a fellow countryman.”
Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

Peter Hitchens
“Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have found out by being on the edge of conversations where Americans assumed no Englishmen were listening.

And it is the English, specifically, who are the targets of this. Few Americans have heard of Wales. All of them have heard of Ireland and many of them think they are Irish. Scotland gets a sort of free pass, especially since Braveheart re-established the Scots' anti-English credentials among the ignorant millions who get their history off the TV.”
Peter Hitchens

Sharon Kay Penman
“During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.”
Sharon Kay Penman, The Reckoning

Jan Morris
“The language itself, whether you speak it or not, whether you love it or hate it, is like some bewitchment or seduction from the past, drifting across the country down the centuries, subtly affecting the nations sensibilities even when its meaning is forgotten.”
Jan Morris, Wales: The First Place

Beatrix Potter
“In Summer there were white and damask roses, and the smell of thyme and musk. In Spring there were green gooseberries and throstles [thrush], and the flowers they call ceninen [daffodils]. And leeks and cabbages also grew in that garden; and between long straight alleys, and apple-trained espaliers, there were beds of strawberries, and mint, and sage.”
Beatrix Potter

Horton Deakins
“Dychwelyd i wlad eich hynafiaid; gwaed yn galw i waed.
Return to the land of your fathers; blood calls to blood.”
Horton Deakins

“...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')”
Philip Gross, The Water Table

Jan Morris
“It was an American who said that while a Frenchman's truth was akin to a straight line, a Welshman's truth was more in the nature of a curve, and it is a fact that Welsh affairs are entangled always in parabola, double-meaning and implication. This makes for a web-like interest....”
Jan Morris, Wales: The First Place

Angela Quarles
“He dragged his lips up the soft skin of her neck and gently nipped her ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh. Her hands splayed against his chest.
Expecting a shove, his senses careened when her fingers fisted his surcoat. Their ragged breath overloud in the forest, he eased his face away, nose rubbing against her jaw on his retreat, and sought her eyes. Hers darkened and—Lord help him—held no censure, only interest.
He stepped back.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Melika Dannese Hick
“Why should I not know what he's really called?"
"Tell a man your name and he will have power over you forever," Carver muttered.”
Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

Ammon Shea
“For the benefit of those half-dozen people who will see a name like Gwillim and put this book down in order to go look it up to see where it comes from — it is the Welsh version of William”
Ammon Shea, The Phone Book: The Curious History of the Book That Everyone Uses But No One Reads

Angela Quarles
“Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Kamand Kojouri
“In Wales, they love with abandon.
When a Welsh person loves you,
you'll finally know your potential.
They are different from the Americans,
who are precarious with their love.
They are different from the English,
who are reserved even when you stand
in front of them, naked,
handing them your heart.
The English give you their love in cups:
here, you’ve been good. drink another glass.
But the Welsh, they drown you
in an ocean of love.
You have their attention, their
consideration. You have all of them.
They aren’t even careful to keep any
for themselves. It seems to me
that only the Welsh know how to love,
how to make someone feel loved.
Because when a Welsh person loves you,
you’ll finally know how it feels
to belong to poetry.”
Kamand Kojouri

Jasper Fforde
“Of all the Winter Service Industries, the Winter Consul was the most dangerous. Few who joined expected to last out the decade, yet recruitment was never much of a problem. You didn't find the job, they said, it found you. No-one ever who entered the Winter voluntarily wasn't trying to leave something behind.”
Jasper Fforde, Early Riser

Patrick Reinken
“My father was a Catholic, a coal miner in the Big Pit. My mother a Jew. A charwoman, when she could find the work. They didn’t fit in Wales. Nor in the U.K., either. They didn’t fit with each other all that well, for that matter. They fought every day for as long as I can remember and loved each other more than anyone I’ve ever known. At least they did right up till a night when he looked right and not left at a train crossing in Chepstow and ended up half a mile from where he’d started, dead as the Ghost. Looking for a job, he was. Turned out he didn’t need one.”
Patrick Reinken, Omicron

Angela Quarles
“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?”
Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

Lynette Rees
“Not many have escaped Merthyr, Mam. Not many want to leave in any case. At least there is
work in this valley, people come near and far to work here, so we should be glad of that... - Lily - Black Diamonds.”
Lynette Rees, Black Diamonds: One woman's brave heart

Paula Brackston
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting out in the exuberance of late spring. For Laura, the landscape at thirteen hundred feet up a Welsh mountain was the perfect mix of reassuringly tamed and excitingly wild. In front of the house were lush, high meadows filled with sheep, the lambs plump from their mother's grass-rich milk. Their creamy little shapes bright and clean against the background of pea green. A stream tumbled down the hillside, disappearing into the dense oak woods at the far end of the fields, the ocher trunks fuzzy with moss. On either side of the narrow valley, the land rose steeply to meet the open mountain on the other side of the fence. Here young bracken was springing up sharp and tough to claim the hills for another season. Beyond, in the distance, more mountains rose and fell as far as the eye could see. Laura undid the latch and pushed open the window. She closed her eyes. A warm sigh of the wind carried the scent of hawthorn blossom from the hedgerow.”
Paula Brackston, Lamp Black, Wolf Grey

Gerald of Wales
“Whatever else may come to pass, I do not think that on the Day of Direst Judgement any race other than the Welsh, or any other language, will give answer to the Supreme Judge of all from this small corner of the earth.”
Gerald of Wales, The Journey Through Wales & The Description of Wales
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“Our angst springs from coming from South Wales. It's a longing encapsulated in the Welsh word "hireath". The Irish can usually see the better side of things, they have a sense of wonder. The Welsh don't. We think everything is going to turn out shit.”
Nicky Wire, A Version of Reason: In Search of Richey Edwards

“To be born in Wales, not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but with music in your blood and with poetry in your soul, is a privilege indeed.”
Brian Harris
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“We came out on Coldra Crescent, one of those warm air nights, stars spitting in the sky like firebugs stuck on a big black velvet rump. A summer night to make anybody with standard glands feel that tidy homes, spring mattresses, four guaranteed meals per day, and legalised religion were all criminal to human development.”
Ron Berry, So Long, Hector Bebb

Melika Dannese Hick
“There are more things in Heaven and earth..." Uncle Gryffyn muttered.
"Now ain't the time to be quotin' old Bill Shakes, guv," Bellows shot in.”
Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

Simon Brooks
“The myth that the island of Britain was the God-given property of Welsh-speaking peoples stolen by the Saxons meant that the Welsh were reluctant to give up their claim on Britain by rejecting Britishness.”
Simon Brooks, Why Wales Never Was: The Failure of Welsh Nationalism

Steven Magee
“When we would go camping in rural Wales, we would get sick. What I did not realize at the time was the sickness was a detoxification reaction from the toxic city environment that we normally lived in.”
Steven Magee

Richard Llewellyn
“How green was my Valley, then, and the Valley of them that have gone.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley

John Cowper Powys
“Thus did these two, the man from Wales and the man from Norfolk, enter the silent streets of the town of Glastonbury.”
John Cowper Powys, A Glastonbury Romance

Neil Ansell
“Winters here are hard. It is not so much the cold as the long nights, and I tended to sleep early and wake with first light to minimize the hours spent sitting in the darkness in forced immobility, idly tending the fire.”
Neil Ansell, Deep Country: Five Years in the Welsh Hills

Neil Ansell
“...the cold got into your bones, and no matter how many logs you threw on the fire, you never felt truly warm.”
Neil Ansell, Deep Country: Five Years in the Welsh Hills

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