Elstree Quotes & Sayings

My work on Orange has taught me this: Human beings are not categorically bad because of their mistakes. They can learn from their errors and get back on track. No one should be forever written off because of one part of his or her history. — Diane Guerrero

A way of seeing is also a way of not seeing. — Kenneth Burke

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left. — Veronica Roth

I'm born and raised in Houston, Texas, but Wisconsin is always going to be a home for me, and I'll always be back. — Donald Driver

People get comfortable with the way you are - they have formed their opinion of you based on everything they see and know about you as a person. When you change that up by losing weight, they no longer understand you. — Jennifer Hudson

I missed so much of the Swinging Sixties by working. From 1961 to 1969, I got up at 4.30 A.M., a car came for me at 5.30 A.M., and I was taken to our studio at Teddington or Elstree, and we filmed until I got home at 9.30 P.M., five days a week. — Patrick Macnee

I am beginning with the young. We older ones are used up. Yes, we are old already. We are rotten to the marrow. We have no unrestrained instincts left. We are cowardly and sentimental. We are bearing the burden of a humiliating past, and have in our blood the dull recollection of serfdom and servility. But my magnificent youngsters! Are there finer ones anywhere in the world? Look at these young men and boys! What material! With them, I can make a new world. — Adolf Hitler

It does not matter what comes up. What matters is who you are, the one perceiving it. — Mooji

I think if the Vatican is smart, someday they'll collect my work. — Andres Serrano

There is no castle so strong that it cannot be overthrown by money. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. — William Wordsworth

My palm connected with the final looking-glass. A wave of brittle fractures rippled outward from the place my sanguine hand had struck. It shattered. I watched the pieces of my former life
the reflection of this monster I'd become - fall about my feet in a hailstorm of blood, tears, and broken mirrors. My attrition was complete. And now dissension boiled in my veins. I would find my penance. Even if God could not forgive me, even if she could not forgive me ... maybe I could at least find the power to forgive myself. — S.G. Night

I'm an early riser and feel that some of the best ideas come to you between 5 and 6 a.m. — Jonathan Weeks