Vera Lynn Quotes

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that We would meet again Some sunny day? Vera! Vera! What has become of you? Does anybody else here Feel the way I do

This soirée was followed by a longer and more serious session in Pommeroy's, which had ended once again, I regret to say, with Henry and me recalling the great hits of Dame Vera Lynn. So now I turned my face to the wall, closed my eyes and knew what it was like to stand on the edge of eternity.

machines again, and radios, and the latest Chevrolet. General Electric flooded the country with luxury gadgets: food processors, toasters, floor-polishing machines, FM radios, electric blankets, and so on. These were all products promoted by that epitome of the television salesman Ronald Reagan, a popular actor whose work in advertising eventually taught him to sell himself, too. Traditional ideals were put on hold and ‘selling out’ became a catchphrase – you accepted a job that gave you no satisfaction because the pay was good. These were the months and years when British singer Vera Lynn touched American hearts with ‘A kiss won’t mean “Goodbye” but “Hello to love”’. Yes, that’s when it started, with that kiss on Times Square.

Can you imagine? I would think any man who had decided to leave his wife and child to the vagaries of fate would have the decency to choose a more pristine method. Poison, perhaps. Like that Greek philosopher. Socrates, yes? He took a potion that allowed for a very dignified death. I believe he held court until the end.” “Hemlock,” Aunt Vera said with approval. “I would advise all suicidal men to seek hemlock,” Flora said. “A laudable suggestion,” her mother affirmed. “Or perhaps an extra dose of laudanum. There are several ways of ending one’s life that don’t necessitate a full scrubbing by servants before your loved ones can pay their respects.

Con lui potevo essere senza filtri, non gli importava. Wes Bennett sapeva che sotto sotto ero un disastro, e c'era qualcosa di confortante nel sapere che lui vedeva la vera me. Libertà.

Born on March 20, 1971, she celebrated her 100th birthday this past March. During the war she toured the battle zones, where British forces were fighting by giving concerts for the troops. The songs most remembered from that era are We'll Meet Again, The White Cliffs of Dover, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square and There'll Always Be an England. During the Second World War she earned the title of “the Allied Forces Sweetheart.” And in 1945 she was awarded the British War Medal and the Burma Star for her untiring devotion to the Crown and the men in uniform. As a songwriter and actress, her recordings and performances were enormously popular. This popularity remained solid after the war with recording of Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart, My Son, My Son and I Love This Land, which was released to mark the end of the Falklands War. In 2009, at age 92, she became the oldest living artist to top the UK Albums Chart, with We'll Meet Again, The Very Best of Vera Lynn. Commemorating her 100th birthday she released the album Vera Lynn 100, in 2017, which number 3 on the charts, making her the oldest recording artist in the world and the first centenarian performer to have an album in the charts. Vera Lynn devoted much time working with wounded ex-servicemen, disabled children, and breast cancer. She is held in great affection by veterans of the Second World War and in 2000 was named the Briton who best exemplified the spirit of the 20th century.

Amiably, then, Bea thanked her for her concerns and promised her there was no reason to harbor them. “I feel curiously light, for it was the not knowing that weighed heavily on me. The truth, as they say, has set me free.” Certainly, Aunt Vera was reluctant to quarrel with the Bible, and she nodded briskly at the familiar aphorism.

Perhaps Aunt Vera would be so horrified by her niece’s thoughtlessness, she would insist the girl vacate the premises at once. There, Bea thought, problem solved.

Aunt Vera smiled in relief. “Thank you, my dear. I must own, I’m especially anxious because I saw his grace in the hallway as the men returned from their fishing expedition and he asked if there was anything to be done about your outspokenness.

No, she thought in amusement, Aunt Vera and Uncle Horace would never consign her to the scullery. But they were happy to let her husband do it.

Now, before I go change for dinner, let’s practice your appropriately benign expression.” Discovering that the duke sought to silence her through her aunt, Bea sneered. “No, that’s not quite right,” Aunt Vera said. “It’s a touch too feral.

Although Bea knew her health required no restoration, she decided it was better to appease her aunt now in order to defy her later. She was just about to observe that the fig tree did indeed look welcoming when Kesgrave spoke first and invited her to dance. Horrified, Aunt Vera said, “Oh, no.

And with that one horrifying statement, Aunt Vera managed to accomplish what a bloody corpse, a ramshackle shed and a delusional peeress could not: break Bea’s spirit.

Vera Lynn was telling me it would be a lovely day tomorrow as my new Packard wended its way along the winding shore road. The cool sea mist blowing in my face felt wonderful, a refreshing reminder that I was alive and life was good. It was a bright sunny morning, and the War would soon be over according to nearly everyone.

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that We would meet again Some sunny day? Vera, Vera What has become of you Does anybody else in here Feel the way I do?