Quotes About London

London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognize them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.

Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere...

I love you," he gasped. "For always." "And I love you," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. He rolled on his side and drew her close, his arms sheltering against the storm that pounded on London. The sky itself wept because they loved each other, and it wasn't enough. As

Ratansi was still in London; Nitya had been riding with him every day in Richmond Park, going to theatres with him and drives in his Rolls-Royce, though evidently not enjoying himself, for, as he (Nitya) wrote to Madame de Manziarly, 'Pleasures taken seriously become miserable duties.

The British Mew-eezum!

Beside London Bridge, the Ponte Vecchio at Florence seemed but a mere trifle in Guccio's memory, and the Arno a brook compared with the Thames. He said so to his companion. 'All the same we teach them everything,' the latter replied.

The U.S. ambassador in London, Joseph Kennedy, shrugged and said to his Polish counterpart: "Where on earth can the Allies fight the Germans and beat them?" Though Kennedy was a shameless anglophobe, appeaser and defeatist, his question was valid, and the Allied governments had no good answer to it.

London and Fog! When these two come together, it is time to be a writer!

I feel this evening that I am too hopelessly and happily corrupted by the richness of London life to ever be right for Dorset, or vice-versa.

In the gay world anything outside London counts as country.

Prostitution has been called the oldest profession and prostitutes have always been a part of the history of the human race. So have serial killers, but they managed to elude attention until the infamous Jack the Ripper killed five prostitutes between August and November 1888 in London.

In order to get a foothold into the London alternative comedy circuit, new acts, like ourselves, had to get booked in one of the smaller venues, usually clubs above pubs, on the outskirts of town. The crowds were small, typically about ninety people.

Libraries. How I love them. My source of stories. And solitude. Where the musty smell of books greets me like the perfume in our grandmother's embrace. My old branch was two blocks from our London flat, and I went almost daily. The librarian and I both got teary when I said goodbye. And this library is almost as close! I'll get a library card tomorrow and carry back my first installment of books. Maybe I can also find a quiet corner to write in peace.

I'm glad we're in the same school," I say, and drop a kiss on her head. In London we were enrolled in different schools because Sunny's so gifted. Here there's no separate school for extra-smart students, and she's coming in as a freshman, as they say, while I'll be a junior. With her around, I'll be sure to have one set of admiring eyes at least.

Lastly, it should be noted that the nostalgia which the reading public maintains for my former Baker Street address does not exist in me. I no longer crave the bustle of London streets, nor do I miss navigating the tangled mires created by the criminally disposed.

A variation of Get Rich Quick schemes was robbing Peter to pay Paul, or benefiting one person at the expense of others. The origin of the phrase is open to dispute, but one account traces it to the 1500s in England, when the lands of Saint Peter's Church at Westminster were sold to fund repairs at Saint Paul's Cathedral in London.

In 1799, he moved to a relatively small house in the expensive and fashionable London neighborhood of Mayfair, where, in the words of an article written shortly after his death, he "established himself as a refined voluptuary.

I travel Europe every couple of weeks. I just came back from London, Holland and Denmark. Every nation on this planet has its issues with race, and I am not sure if everyone has figured out how to deal with it.

That a small fraction of colonists survived the first twenty years of settlement came as no surprise back home—nor did London's elite much care. The investment was not in people, whose already unrefined habits declined over time, whose rudeness magnified in relation to their brutal encounters with Indians.

They had been told that the plant produced something called heavy water, and that with this mysterious substance the Nazis might be able "to blow up a good part of London.

The letter reached London late on the night of 7 January 1805, the same day as news of Spain's formal declaration of war.

The victorious Conservative/Liberal coalition government honoured its promises and proposed making it far harder for libel tourists to use the London courts to punish their critics.