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One Quotes by Peter Ackroyd
- It is strange, is it not, how a person can adore one's soul so much that they adore one's body also?
- If I did only one thing at a time I'd think I was wasting my time. If, for example, I only wrote novels I would…
- All cities are impressive in their way, because they represent the aspiration of men to lead a common life; those people who wish to live…
- It sometimes seems to me that the whole course of English history was one of accident, confusion, chance and unintended consequences - there's no real…
- Rioting has always been a London tradition. It has been since the early Middle Ages. There's hardly a spate of years that goes by without…
- There are two types of people, you see. One type keep their heads straight, and look around as they walk. The others look up -…
- He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment…
- His head was boiled, impaled upon a pole and raised above London Bridge. So ended the life of Thomas More, one of the few Londoners…
More One Quotes
- All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire. — Aristotle
- Trust is the one most important base on which the beautiful building of strong friendship can be built. — Anurag Prakash Ray
- Economic growth may one day turn out to be a curse rather than a good, and under no conditions can it either… — Hannah Arendt
- No cause is left but the most ancient of all, the one, in fact, that from the beginning of our history has… — Hannah Arendt
- Grief makes one hour ten. — William Shakespeare
- Poets are the only people to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake… — Hannah Arendt
- A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one. — Aristotle
- We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate… — Paul Auster