Wealth converts a strange land into homeland and poverty turns a native place into a strange land.
If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them.
Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.
Somewherein desolate wind-swept space In Twilight-landin No-mans land Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand.
The holy Nakhchivan land is a dear place for me. I bend my head in front of this land.
Long lives the ancient Nakhchivan land!
I would like once again to express my endless love to my native land, Nakhchivan, the Autonomous Republic of Nakhchivan. You should know that I have always been faithful to you and I will be the same in the future.
You have proved that you are faithful to your land, people, and nation and to your holy Azerbaijan and you also witnessed the fact that I am also devoted to the Azerbaijan people, to Azerbaijan land and as well as to my native place Nakhchivan.
Nakhchivan is my native land.
All land lines are down. Reports of mobile phones are false. One half-excoriated Apple Mac still quotes the Dow Jones.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
Anyone who sees Parsifal twice is a blithering idiot. You mean the movie. In any form. Land, sea, or in the air. Well I wont take you. You have my word.
All are kings of this land.
Polo sheets is what I lands on.
Hendersonville is home because I live there and I work there. But when I come back to Pennsylvania and see the crowds and the landscape, it's such a rush. It just feels like home.