Quotes by British Authors - Page 14

Any actor who tells you that they have become the people they play, unless they’re clearly diagnosed as a schizophrenic, is bullshitting you.
Gary Oldman
So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.
Thomas Hardy
I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
Anne Brontë
In order that all men may be taught to speak truth, it is necessary that all likewise should learn to hear it.
Samuel Johnson
For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth".
A.S. Byatt
Sometimes when you love someone so deeply, that is the thing that hurts the most.
Anthony T.Hincks
I never realized just how many things I really hated until you walked out the door and out of my life.
Anthony T.Hincks
I sing, not because I'm happy, but because I'm in love with the world.
Anthony T.Hincks
I wish that I had been born a man, then I wouldn't be the boy that I am.
Anthony T.Hincks
When you hear the echoes of my mind, you'll know that I wasn't listening to what you said.
Anthony T.Hincks
How do I know that you exist?That's just it. I don't!
Anthony T.Hincks
When you think in silence you cannot speak your mind.
Anthony T.Hincks
Your smile carries my heart away every time that I see you.
Anthony T.Hincks
When you walk a tightrope, you don't want to be eating buttered popcorn.
Anthony T.Hincks
Each of us has no peers, because each of us is unique in who we are and what we have experienced.Anyone who tells you otherwise has quite obviously not met any of their peers either!
Anthony T.Hincks
They said that Superman was faster than a speeding train. If that's the case, how fast were his sperm and would Lois survive?It makes you think, doesn't it?
Anthony T.Hincks
How many of us have lately taken the time out to look at the sky; marvel at the clouds; smell the flowers; or smelt the fresh scent of rain; bought a stranger a cup of tea or coffee; given our time to help another; or just taken time out to sit and watch people rush hither and tither; said "I love you"; smiled at a complete stranger; joined in with kids from the street to play a game?Sadly, I would have to say....not many.It's sad....
Anthony T.Hincks
The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – ""Plumbers?"" – exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed.
J.K. Rowling
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
P.G. Wodehouse
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
Lewis Carroll
There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
P.G. Wodehouse
Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.
J.K. Rowling
The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
Neil Gaiman
Who're you going with, then?" said Ron."Angelina," said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment."What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already asked her?""Good point," said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, "Oi! Angelina!"Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him."What?" She called back."Want to come to the ball with me?"Angelina gave Fred a sort of appraising look."All right, then," she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face."There you go," said Fred to Harry and Ron, "piece of cake.
J.K. Rowling
Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles.
J.K. Rowling
To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
W Somerset Maugham