Marylebone Quotes & Sayings

The path to transcendence is unrecognized by many because it appears ordinary. — Bryant McGill

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man. — George Jean Nathan

Revolution doesn't have to do with smashing something; it has to do with bringing something forth. If you spend all your time thinking about that which you are attacking, then you are negatively bound to it. You have to find the zeal in yourself and bring that out. — Joseph Campbell

My mother is the one who taught me to be a lady by her actions. I observed the way that she dressed and the way that she carried herself. And both my grandmothers, they were women of very modest means. But they were also ladies. — Michele Bachmann

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. — William Shakespeare

In our small chess community in Marylebone it would be mock modesty on my part to deny that I have built up for myself a considerable name without ever actually having won a single game. Even the best players are sometimes beaten, and that is precisely what happens to me. — Stephen Potter

I go into Daunt Books in Marylebone every couple of weeks. My wife Sara demolishes books, but I only buy stuff occasionally. I like boys' things, spies and the Cold War. — Noel Gallagher

And I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all the words, the way I love my favorite color, and the way that the train would speed past my bedroom when it was very quiet and I'd feel it in my stomach rushing through me. I love you in a way that I've never felt needed to be said. — Lauren DeStefano

I'd rather have written 'Cheers' than anything I've written. — Kurt Vonnegut

For everyday clothes, I love North Face and Rohan, and for smarter options, I like Whistles and Agnes b on Marylebone High Street. — Imelda Staunton

To die was not to leave the world, not to escape somewhere else; it was the simultaneous change of every piece of yourself into nothing. — Eliezer Yudkowsky