Quotes & Sayings About Wiltshire

Ben wasn't the soft easily trod pathways of this Earth; he was its steep climbs and rocky outcrops, the soaring cliffs and impossible reaches. He was the route you had to take if you wanted to be tested and "have the very best there was at the end. And you needed to be exceptionally fit and ready to take on such challenges. Ben wasn't unstable at all. He was exactly as he was meant to be: a trial, which demanded and then rewarded unremitting effort. — John Wiltshire

Space, let me repeat, is enormous. The average distance between stars out there is 20 million million miles. Even at speeds approaching those of light, these are fantastically challenging distances for any traveling individual. Of course, it is possible that alien beings travel billions of miles to amuse themselves by planting crop circles in Wiltshire or frightening the daylights out of some poor guy in a pickup truck on a lonely road in Arizona (they must have teenagers, after all), but it does seem unlikely. — Bill Bryson

Nikolas was the conscious decision of his heart. — John Wiltshire

He wondered how many other people were lucky enough to have an entire universe of need satisfied by one blond-haired man. — John Wiltshire

He'd read somewhere that you burned about a thousand calories a minute running. — John Wiltshire

My mother was born in Burma, but my grandfather on her side was Indian-Spanish. So I have this quite exotic mix, which is reflected in my earliest memories, in our Wiltshire country kitchen, of gran, and aunts, cooking spicy stewy, casseroley curries, a version of Indian food with a Burmese twist. — Jamie Cullum

I've been thinking." Ben stopped Nikolas trying to straighten his wayward tie. Nikolas shook Ben's hands off and continued what he was doing with a frown. "This is hardly the time to start a new hobby. — John Wiltshire

Hello Benjamin." Ben grinned privately. He always loved the way Nikolas greeted him. It seemed to say more than it actually did. — John Wiltshire

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Oh, Sophronia, thank goodness. Save me? Please? All those young girls, in pastels, talking about the weather. I shall go jump off a bridge, I swear I shall. Do you have bridges in Wiltshire? They chatter, they chatter worse than Dimity ever did. Oh, the chattering! The chattering, it haunts me. — Gail Carriger

The more he saw of this life the more he realised he just wanted what he'd always wanted: Nikolas bloody Mikkelsen. — John Wiltshire

The cottages erected by farmers or by landlords are now, one and all, fit and proper habitations for human beings; and I verifly believe it would be impossible throughout the length and breadth of Wiltshire to find a single bad cottage on any large estate, so well and so thoroughly have the landed proprietors done their work. — Richard Jefferies

Nikolas was his Morning Star and nothing Nikolas now said or did could lessen the brilliance of his fallen grace. — John Wiltshire

What we have here, min skat, exists solely because of the two of us. I told you that we burn; well the radiance of that great conflagration is like a shield banishing darkness. This little bubble of perfection into which we've brought these few select people is the perfect world I tried but failed to create when I was a child. So ask me if I think it was an earthquake, and for once I'll tell you what I really think. I see the manifestation of evil growing across the whole world, Ben. The lights of our civilisation are going out one by one, and we will be extinguished, engulfed by what is coming. Except here, under our shield, in the light of our fire." He turned Ben's hand over and stroked across the creases. "We hold the whole world in the palm of our hands." He folded Ben's fingers into a fist. "And we are mighty. — John Wiltshire

When York's son, hitherto Earl of March, learned that his father's cause had devolved upon him he did not shrink. He fell upon the Earl of Wiltshire and the Welsh Lancastrians, and on February 2, 1461, at the Battle of Mortimer's Cross, near Hereford, he beat and broke — Winston S. Churchill

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors
Many a frozen night, and merrily
Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:
"At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he,
"I slept." None knew which bush. Above the town,
Beyond 'The Drover', a hundred spot the down
In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps
More sound in France -that, too, he secret keeps. — Edward Thomas

We are essence of love, and when we die that love returns to our Father. This angel's love was corrupted, so I believe my Father sent his essence elsewhere. Possible Detroit, but that my have just been a joke. — John Wiltshire

Helen lifted the lid, her eyes widening as she discovered a treasure trove of caramels, jelly creams, candied fruit, toffees and marshmallow drops, all wrapped in twists of waxed paper. Her wondering gaze traveled to the nearby mountain of accumulating delicacies... smoked Wiltshire ham and collar bacon, a box of dry-cured salmon, pots of imported Danish butter, tinned sweetbreads, and a sack of fat glossed dates. There was a basket of hothouse fruits, wheels of Brie in papery white rinds, cunning little cheeses wrapped in netting jars of rich fig paste, pickled quail eggs, bottles of jewel-colored fruit liqueur meant to be sipped from tiny glasses, and a gold-colored tin of cocoa essence. — Lisa Kleypas

Perhaps what should make you feel better is the thought I would kill you, that I'm obsessed with you enough to do that. I'd rather you not live than that you live apart from me. — John Wiltshire

To my mother, who always told me to write about what I know. I'm fairly sure she didn't actually mean this. — John Wiltshire

Why should I change to suit other people's inadequacy? — John Wiltshire

How many people could say truthfully their god was a few feet away from them, made flesh, and that heaven was to be by his side? — John Wiltshire

he was once more the indestructible master of the universe he had always known himself to be. — John Wiltshire

Benjamin, we may be murderers, liars, and fornicators. These are British politicians. We cannot possibly compete. — John Wiltshire

After that, she went about her task with the fascination only women can have for wounds and pus — John Wiltshire

"That fucking cunting fuck of a whore."

"Nikolas!"

Nikolas shrugged. "It's only you who I don't like to hear swear. — John Wiltshire

Ben kissed deeply into his neck at the same time as he tipped over the edge into sleep, and Nikolas plunged after him, unwilling, even in this, to be left alone and in a conscious world where Ben wasn't present. — John Wiltshire

she'd put her idea to the group, they'd needed another sherry to steady their nerves. This was getting edgy. They were considering being untruthful. — John Wiltshire

You think my life is camouflage?" Ben held the stare. "Sir, I think everything you do from the moment you wake up to the moment you let yourself sleep is nothing more than a shadow dance. — John Wiltshire

Thought I might try out waves. Do You surf?"
Ollie's eyes opened wide "Yes. The net. — John Wiltshire

I don't think you're entirely understanding how this boyfriend thing works, Ben. Denying me in the shower, it's very hurtful."
"You do realize I can actually hear the air quotes when you say boyfriend. — John Wiltshire

These ladies wanted to probe. So to speak. — John Wiltshire

In Ollie's opinion, garnered from extensive reading, nothing was guaranteed to drive people apart faster than finally having sex. It was pretty much fatal to any good flirtatious relationship. Almost as bad as marriage. And everyone knew there were no romantic books written about married couples. It was all in the chase. — John Wiltshire

A real professional is the one who knows how little he knows. — Jack Wiltshire

Gertrude reckoned sherry had been as much to do with Myrtle's early retirement as had the demands of celebrating Diwali. — John Wiltshire

Do the best you can and never stop. — Stephen Wiltshire

Nikolas took out his bottle of gun oil and smeared it over himself and then he was in. — John Wiltshire