Cilla Black Quotes

And some places you been before are so great that you don't ever mind going back. Some places you been before you don't ever want to go back, you know, like Montreal in the Winter.

Luxury will be always around, no matter what happens in the world.

The real luxury travel of the modern age is not through space; it's through time.

Luxury is a state of mind.

There's something fabulously decadent about staying in a hotel across the street from where you live.

You know you've become a brat when you have a room you like at the Bristol in Paris.

Liverpool was a special city that took to me; I will always remember how special that place was. I obviously don't miss the rain.

I always take D.C. with me. And I always come back home.

Honestly, I stay in a lot of hotels, and it makes me miss my bed.

The best travel is that which one can take by one's own fireside. In memory or imagination.

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

Looking forward to going home, I was necessarily looking backward.

I would much rather always look forward to the time when I am going to ride in a carriage, than to look back on the time when I used to.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

I didn't go around the world, I went around the world on a private jet. I didn't have a hotel room, we had an entire floor. We were spoiled.

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

Even though it was a stressful time in my life, I have a lot of good memories from my Idol experience.

I love London. I loved it when I went there in the late '50s.

My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

There were years of that stuff that will never leave me. Never. When the bus turned a million miles - that's a lot of traveling. It's really cool to think about. I'm blessed to have traveled a million miles on a tour bus.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.