Margaret Thatcher Quotes

We will never be great again.

The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.

I've worked with the greatest actors, and they're all gone. This is what's so desperate to me.

To me, England is past its sell-by date. It's not the country I grew up in.

Things ain't what they used to be and never were.

To think that an old soldier should come to this.

Our belief in ourselves as a nation will perish.

Our country is losing its self-esteem.

The belief in American exceptionalism has vanished with the end of empire, the weakening of power, the loss of faith in America’s future.

I'm not even sure that I want to go back... The Zimbabwe that I really loved, the Zimbabwe that I grew up in, just isn't there anymore, and I'm not sure about the country that has replaced it.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

Mercy, mercy me, things ain't what they used to be.

I've got everything I had 20 years ago, except now it's all lower.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

I ask myself, have nations ever declined from a loss of moral sense rather than from physical reasons or the pressure of barbarians? I think that they have.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

I think it's interesting, from a creative point of view, to have witnessed the loss of consciousness on a national level and on a cultural level - Bush had 91 percent support in the polls after 9/11. We wanted to kick some ass!

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.

In this moment she felt that she had been robbed of an enormous number of valuable things, whether material or intangible: things lost or broken by her own fault, things she had forgotten and left in houses when she moved: books borrowed from her and not returned, journeys she had planned and had not made, words she had waited to hear spoken to her and had not heard, and the words she meant to answer with. . . .

You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland at the moment we are about to lose it.

I can never be the hero now. You have to be young and all that stuff. I used to be the hero.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.