Bermondsey Market Quotes & Sayings

NATO expansion and Russian expansion - one leads to the other, and one reflects the other. — Jeremy Corbyn

This planet is a "Hell" and there is no "Heaven" up there. So, learn to be "Happy in Hell". — Sandeep Mehra

The best way to hide your inner grief is to look good, act good, and pretend pain doesn't exist. — K.F. Breene

Saruman," I said, standing away from him, "only one hand at a time can weild the One, and you know that well, so do not trouble to say we! — J.R.R. Tolkien

Doctors don't seem to realize that most of us are perfectly content not having to visualize ourselves as animated bags of skin filled with obscene glop. — Joe Haldeman

So many of my friends have 200,000 subscribers, and they make around five to six K a month, which is completely cool. — Michelle Phan

Occasionally the poster pictures a pair of cyclists; and then one grasps the fact how much superior for purposes of flirtation is the modern bicycle to the old-fashioned parlour or the played-out garden gate. He and she mount their bicycles, being careful, of course, that such are of the right make. After that they have nothing to think about but the old sweet tale. Down shady lanes, through busy towns on market days, merrily roll the wheels of the "Bermondsey Company's Bottom Bracket Britain's Best," or of the "Camberwell Company's Jointless Eureka." They need no pedalling; they require no guiding. Give them their heads, and tell them what time you want to get home, and that is all they ask. While Edwin leans from his saddle to whisper the dear old nothings in Angelina's ear, while Angelina's face, to hide its blushes, is turned towards the horizon at the back, the magic bicycles pursue their even course. — Jerome K. Jerome

Most of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; — Mark Twain

Everything lies dead in his memory, except for the tiger's wife, for whom, on certain nights, he goes calling, making that tight note that falls and falls. The sound is lonely, and low, and no one hears it anymore. — Tea Obreht

Rebus drank his coffee and felt his head spin. He was feeling like the detective in a cheap thriller, and wished that he could turn to the last page and stop all his confusion, all the death and the madness and the spinning in his ears. — Ian Rankin

We really do have dappled souls. — David Brooks