Saying london

But the juke-box inside me is playing a song That says something different. And when was it wrong? On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair I am tempted to skip.

You're a fool. I don't care. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.

Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity? Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. There I saw one I knew, and stopped him crying: 'Stetson! You, who were with me in the ships at Mylae! That corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! Eliot, Selected Poems. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.

It's the second biggest cause of death amongs the English in general. Sheer boredom Where no one knows his neighbour.

Where shops do not know their customers. Where physicians are suddenly called to unknown patients whom they never see again. Where you may lie dead in your house for months together unmissed and unnoticed till the gas-inspector comes to look at the meter.

Where strangers are friendly and friends are casual. London, whose rather untidy and grubby bosom is the repository of so many odd secrets. Discreet, incurious and all-enfolding London. Sayers, Unnatural Death. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Browse By Tag.

Welcome back. Whatever way you decide to use or enjoy them, I hope they inspire you to love this city as much as the people who wrote them. This London quote is from his book, Sunrise with Seamonsters. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand. I went there because of Dickens and Shakespeare. This London quote is from his book, The South Seas. This London quote is from a diary entry from March It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable.

It is Infinite London. This London quote is from his book, London: The Biography. This London quote is from her novel, Villette. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. Naipaul, 20th and 21st-century Trinidadian-British writer.

This London quote is from his book, An Area of Darkness. This London quote is from his book, Moon Over Soho. This London quote is from a collection of short pieces called Sketches by Boz. This city is an amazing place, as everyone from bears to humans can tell you.

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