Brompton Oratory Quotes & Sayings

The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just chop off whatever isn't needed. — Auguste Rodin

Never mind reading between the lines, try reading what's on them first. — Teri Louise Kelly

When I should have been producing obscure volumes of verse entitled the Triumph of Humpty Dumpty or the Nose with the Luminous Dong! Or at best, like Clare, "weaving fearful vision" ... A frustrated poet in every man. Though it is perhaps a good idea under the circumstances to pretend at least to be proceeding with one's great work on "Secret Knowledge," then one can always say when it never comes out that the title explains the deficiency. — Malcolm Lowry

I'd be your sky. — Leah Bobet

Trust what feels true even if that truth requires you to ignore what you know. — Gina Greenlee

No one should dogmatize about the capacity of human nature for degradation or exaltation. — Mahatma Gandhi

One person rudeness empowers another person to increase in intelligence — Vernetta Norman

One of the principles of nonviolence is that you leave your opponents whole and better off than you found them. — Andrew Young

The advantage in today's society is that there is so much information about everything. It means that you don't have to repeat all the mistakes yourself but can learn by seeing how other people have done. — Peter Jumrukovski

If I were a supervillain, I would end capitalism, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia ... but I guess that's a little too obvious and not villain-y enough. Because that's actually being a superhero. I would break down poverty with my machete; I would end world hunger. — Kathleen Hanna

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