On Her Majesty's Secret Service Quotes

“The World Is Not Enough”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“When the odds are hopeless, when all seems to be lost, then is the time to be calm, to make a show of authority – at least of indifference”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“She explained to me later that she must have been possessed by a subconscious desire to be raped. Well she found me in the mountains and she was raped - by me.”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“Why not make it for always?”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“Let some word reach my ears and touch my heart,”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“Love makes clear the eyes that else would never see: "Love makes blind the eyes to all but me and thee.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“He went off down the corridor, feeling, for the first time in his life, totally inadequate.”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service

“Love gives every gift whereby we long to live: "Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“He trembled with his head hung low.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“For hope is dead, for hope is dead.”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“Love, who changest all, change me nevermore! "Love, who changest all, change my sorrow sore!”
― William Morris, Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“No time to hang about! But Bond took off one sodden glove and dug into his trouser pocket. If ever he needed a drink it was now! He tilted the little flask down his throat, emptied it, and threw it away. Happy Christmas! he said to himself, and bent to his bindings.”
― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service