Quotes About London

London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.

By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.

As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the days of old, inwardly its poetry is much deeper.

The first song is called 'London.' It's about two Russian soldiers who desert the Russian army and escape to London, where they indulge in a life of crime.

I first came to London when I was 22 and working as a roadie. Having watched the 'News At Ten' all my life, I thought Big Ben was going to be massive, but I was underwhelmed.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.

The original Return of the Living Dead, I was attached to direct it, and I wrote the story. Production was delayed. In the meantime I went to London to do Lifeforce.

1984 THE PLEASUREDOME 'It was much more baroque. I think what happened is that as we became a successful touring band, we were no longer those kids in the street, we were no longer going to those clubs. Even though London is an exciting place, all of those poor Blitz Kids were becoming rich kids because they were becoming successful.' GARY KEMP

London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract.

We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky.

This was 'oliday, London with Maurice, all troubles over, and he wanted to drowse and waste time, and tease and make love.

She remembered again that ten square miles are not ten times as wonderful as one square mile, that a thousand square miles are not practically the same as heaven. The phantom of bigness, which London encourages, was laid forever when she paced from the hall at Howard's End to its kitchen and heard the rains run this way and that where the watershed of the roof divided them.

The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. #HowardsEnd

For a month we had been, I suppose, the thickest thieves in all London, and yet our intimacy was curiously incomplete.

and I am attacking a wonderful Greek salad as viciously as any Turk who's just spent several weeks in London, where the food tastes like a desperately ambitious experiment.

It was a quaint, quiet square, very typical of London, full of an accidental stillness.

London, noisy, noisome, nattering London: aged, ageless, dignified, eccentric in her ways - seat of empire, capital of all the world; that indomitable grey lady of drab aspect but sparkling personality - was at her very, very best and most radiant. And Holmes, ebullient and uncommonly chatty, was in a mood to match.

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Turn again, Whittington,Lord Mayor of London.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?I've been to London to look at the queen.Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

London Bridge is falling down,My fair lady.

George and I talked. An hour passed. Surely we both had things to do. There was a silence. Nervously. 'Please, may I play the part?' George paused. Then quietly, 'Shurr.' Not even a word. Hardly a syllable. A sound. A small sound above the London traffic. It changed my life.

Statues lined the stairs and stood, dotted across the roof. But they had been brutalized by time and the weather. Some were missing arms. Many had no faces. Once they had been saints and angels. Two hundred years standing in London had turned them into cripples.

That's one of the pleasures of living in London. It's so huge, so jammed with interesting buildings, that it's always taking you by surprise.