
Top 14 Hindmarch Quotes
#1. I'm never without my personalised Anya Hindmarch diary - I keep my schedule online, too, but my diary is always in my bag. It's crammed Post-its.
Aerin Lauder
#2. Anya Hindmarch is indeed a handbag designer; she has the requisite fabulous life, tasteful home, and loving husband. She is also beautiful and self-deprecating, and has five children aged 5 to 20 and a philanthropic bent which spans causes from cancer care to Britain's Conservative Party.
Kate Reardon
#3. I think it's wonderful and important for there to be so much choice for customers. Wouldn't it be such a bore if we all created, liked and wore the same thing?
Anya Hindmarch
#4. The only thing worse than a social networking junkie who breaks out in a cold sweat if she hasn't updated her page in the past ten seconds is the person (usually it's a guy) who proudly refuses to join Facebook. You know, that same d-bag who held out on getting a cell phone until, like, 2002.
Andrea Lavinthal
#5. Never give up. If you don't give up, you will get there in the end.
Anya Hindmarch
#6. What a strange world in which a man cannot remain unique even by taking the trouble to go mad.
G.K. Chesterton
#7. I don't really have goals as far as, I want to be on a cover or something like that.
Kim Kardashian
#8. Often fear is the same emotion as excitement. It means you are breaking ground.
Anya Hindmarch
#9. Who makes you Storyteller? You do. You are. Go play.
Will Hindmarch
#10. I start with the subject matter I want to write about. Then I make a musical base for that and create an atmosphere with the music. Once I've done that, the lyrics come last.
Midge Ure
#11. Well, I worked in a sheet metal factory once and scarred my wrist from the cuts. I found a sympathetic psychiatrist who told the draft board I was insane. We used the scars as proof of a suicide attempt.
Tom Verlaine
#13. A bead of cold sweat dangled on my fingertip before dripping onto the doorbell. What if I got electrocuted from my wet fingers? I would die literally inches from my first high school party. And everyone would be like, oh, poor thing was so nervous, what a tragedy. Death by sweat.
Lindsey Leavitt
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