Brompton Quotes & Sayings

I've had all types of beautiful girls tell me that they ugly when they look in the mirror, as if it's someone else's reflection they see. — Lee Daniels

Nicky Gumbel, the vicar of Holy Trinity Brompton in London and founder of the Alpha Course, tweeted, "You can teach what you know, but you will reproduce what you are. — Brad Lomenick

I have vowed that rather than let Alzheimer's take me, I would take it, i would live my life as ever to the full and die, before the disease mounted its last attack, in my own home, in a chair on the lawn, with a brandy in my hand to wash down whatever modern version of the Brompton Cocktail some helpful medic could supply. And with Thomas Tallis on my iPod, I would shake hands with death. — Terry Pratchett

I alternated between attempting to make the easy look difficult and the difficult look easy, for this is the dual nature of men in the company of women. — Hugh Howey

Lobster is not going to be as tasty with ice tea unless that ice tea is from Long Island. — Heather McDonald

The antique shop in the Brompton Road proved, as fore-shadowed, to be an antique shop in the Brompton Road and, like all antique shops except the swanky ones in the Bond Street neigbourhood, dingy outside and dark and smelly within. I don't know why it is, but the proprietors of these establishments always seem to be cooking some sort of stew in the back room. — P.G. Wodehouse

In college, I was a fiercely committed Democrat - a meeting with Jack Kemp, then Secretary of the Department of Housing and Urban Development, challenged my blind partisanship. — Cory Booker

Atheism is a theoretical formulation of the discouraged life ... — Harry Emerson Fosdick

Will you ever be anything more than a vessel transmitting the genes and memes of previous generations on to the next? — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

My mum's getting married," said Cheryl. "Again. At the Brompton Oratory. Fourth time around the track, this is. They don't say 'Till death us do part' for my mum; they say 'Who's holding ticket number twenty-three? — Mike Carey

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees — Nick Cave