Camberwell London Quotes & Sayings

Leo got up and brushed himself off. "I hate that guy". He offered Jason his arm like they should go skipping together."I'm Dylan. I'm so cool, I want to date myself, but I can't figure out how! You want to date me instead? You're so lucky!"
"Leo" Jason said "You're weird — Rick Riordan

In their field they [mathematicians] do what we ought to be doing in ours. Therein lies the significant lesson ... of their existence. They are an analogy for the intellectual of the future. — Robert Musil

A lot of times when I ran, to be honest, I didn't know where I was in the race. So I always was looking up at the scoreboard to say, 'Just call my name to see where I am,' because I tried to have such tunnel vision not to distract myself. — Gail Devers

At Bow Street Magistrates' Court the essential facts were established. The man's name was James Tilly Matthews. He was a pauper of the south London parish of Camberwell. He had a wife and a young family. He appeared to be of unsound mind. — Mike Jay

Try to remember that being unsuccessful in school doesn't automatically mean you'll be unsuccessful in life. Lots of people who didn't excel in school still went on to have successful lives. — Dav Pilkey

Spiritual practice should not be confused with grim duty. It is the laughter of the Dalai Lama and the wonder born with every child. — Jack Kornfield

Adoration is made out of a solitary soul occupying two bodies. — Aristotle.

Reading my personal accountI believe you feel-you-will know that the Holocaust was neither a legend nor Hollywood fiction but a lesson for the future! — Livia Bitton-Jackson

Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief. There is no God; Janice can die: the two thoughts come at once, in one slow wave. He feels underwater, caught in chains of transparent slime, ghosts of the urgent ejaculations he has spat into the mild bodies of women. His fingers on his knees pick at persistent threads. — John Updike

Why is everyone such a cunt about grammer? — Hertzan Chimera