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London Quotes - Page 4

Strange how much simple wisdom there is to be found in the deformed head and unprepossessing carcase of your typical London cabbie.

Strange how much simple wisdom there is to be found in the deformed head and unprepossessing carcase of your typical London cabbie.

Auberon Waugh, Anna Galli-Pahlavi (1985). “The diaries of Auberon Waugh, 1976-1985: a turbulent decade”, Andre Deutsch Ltd

London's not a white city. So why should our catwalks be so white?

"Jourdan Dunn first black British model to enter Forbes rich list" by Rosie Swash, www.theguardian.com. August 19, 2014.

It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent.

Henry James, F. O. Matthiessen, Kenneth B. Murdock (1981). “The Notebooks of Henry James”, p.27, University of Chicago Press

In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.

H. P. Lovecraft (2014). “Complete Collection Of H. P. Lovecraft - 150 eBooks With 100+ Audiobooks (Complete Collection Of Lovecraft's Fiction, Juvenilia, Poems, Essays And Collaborations)”, p.650, Ageless Reads

To a lover of books the shops and sales in London present irresistible temptations.

Edward Gibbon (1854). “The history of the decline and fall of the Roman empire, with notes by Milman and Guizot. Ed. by W. Smith”, p.97

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.

Arthur Symons (1998). “Cities and Sea-Coasts and Islands”, p.162, Northwestern University Press

The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.70, Wordsworth Editions

I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost.

V. S. Naipaul (2012). “An Area of Darkness: His Discovery of India”, p.14, Pan Macmillan

Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

Jane Austen (1854). “Emma: A Novel”, p.91