Allingham Co Quotes & Sayings

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men. — William Allingham

It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you. — Margery Allingham

Love so seldom means happiness. — Margery Allingham

People don't alter. They may with enormous difficulty modify themselves, but they never really change. — Margery Allingham

Only the most pleasant characters in this book are portraits of living people and the events here recorded unfortunately never took place. — Margery Allingham

She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away. — William Allingham

The process of elimination, combined with a modicum of common sense, will always assist us to arrive at the correct conclusion with the maximum of possible accuracy and the minimum of hard labor. Which being translated means: I guessed it. — Margery Allingham

I don't mind if my future is long or short, as long as I'm doing the right thing. And as long as I behave for other people. — Henry Allingham

He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things. — Margery Allingham

I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it. — Margery Allingham

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!. — William Allingham

Not like Homer would I write,
Not like Dante if I might,
Not like Shakespeare at his best,
Not like Goethe or the rest,
Like myself, however small,
Like myself, or not at all. — William Allingham

If one cannot command attention by one's admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance. — Margery Allingham

Lying wastes more time than anything else in the modern world. — Margery Allingham

It was a little skirmish across a century. — Margery Allingham

When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us. — Margery Allingham

Soul's Castle fell at one blast of temptation, But many a worm had pierced the foundation. — William Allingham

The relationship between the two men was something of a miracle in itself. It was a cordiality based, apparently, on complete non-comprehension cemented by a deep mutual respect for the utterly unknown. No two men saw less eye to eye and the result was unexpected harmony, as if a dog and a fish had mysteriously become friends and were proud each of the other's remarkable dissimilarity to himself. — Margery Allingham

Once sex rears its ugly 'ead it's time to steer clear. — Margery Allingham

Mourning is not forgetting ... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. — Margery Allingham

One policeman may be a friend, but two are the Law. — Margery Allingham

Consider, o consider the lowly mole. His small hands are sore and his snout bleedeth. — Margery Allingham

Fairies, arouse! Mix with your song Harplet and pipe, Thrilling and clear, Swarm on the boughs! Chant in a throng! Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear. — William Allingham

If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me. — William Allingham

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this
Than any other thing! — William Allingham

The optimism of a healthy mind is indefatigable. — Margery Allingham

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. — William Allingham

She rose and followed her bust from the room. — Margery Allingham

When Mr. William Faraday sat down to write his memoirs after fifty-eight years of blameless inactivity he found the work of inscribing the history of his life almost as tedious as living it had been, and so, possessing a natural invention coupled with a gift for locating the easier path, he began to prevaricate a little upon the second page, working his way up to downright lying on the sixth and subsequent folios. — Margery Allingham

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful-then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness. — William Allingham