Dirk Bogarde Quotes

Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor ... great scarlet arcs of silk ... saffron ... green ... crimson ... and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite ... and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills ...

When he fell down the stairs, he told people he'd had a stroke. He was just pissed out of his skull. I love Dirk, he is such a drama queen.

I had to wonder how Ginny could hold her head up under the weight of cosmetics smeared all over her face. Underneath it all, she may have been quite pretty. Or she may have been Dirk Bogarde. I will never know.

every shadow of a thought or doubt.. crossed his face with the clarity of cloud shadows racing across the fields.

she is utterly incapable of enjoying a thing. Except the bar of the Colombe and a good flask of wine. And we all know what that leads to.

What they write today you’ll eat your chips from tomorrow. Remember that through your tears.

It was one of those words that tended to brook no further questioning, and Harmigan had applied his very best evocation of Dirk Bogarde’s insouciance when delivering the line. Concern over the Service’s record had fizzled out soon after: the country was facing more pressing issues than the spooks’ ancient history. Grave errors, it was decided, had been made, but there was nothing to be gained by harping on about them and one simply slept better if one accepted that, after all, these chaps were fundamentally decent people who knew what they were doing. In this way, the Service’s deeper secrets had been protected.