A Quote by Anthony Sampson

Once you touch the trappings of monarchy, like opening an Egyptian tomb, the inside is liable to crumble. — © Anthony Sampson
Once you touch the trappings of monarchy, like opening an Egyptian tomb, the inside is liable to crumble.
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.
The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth.
He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides
It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.
Complacency in the presence of miracles is like opening the door to your own tomb.
I found in one of the tombs an inscription saying, 'If you touch my tomb, you will be eaten by a crocodile and hippopotamus.' It doesn't mean the hippo will eat you, it means the person really wanted his tomb to be protected.
In Mesopotamia or Egypt, for example, the monarch had a god-like religious status. But this is not the case in Judaism. So that notion that religion can go on, when all the markers of power and trappings of monarchy disappear, ultimately serves the endurance of Judaism very well.
The Egyptian tomb was the outcome of the Mesopotamian influence and followed from the religious crisis the country had undergone.
When I was growing up, we spoke Egyptian, we ate Egyptian food, we had other Egyptian friends. It was my father's preference.
I am a tomb robber who is robbing my own tomb. Things from my tomb are exhibited under the radiant sun. Every time it happens I feel crude.
If you're in an Egyptian film and you're not Egyptian, you have to wear mascara and stuff like that.
The Egyptians would sacrifice red-headed men on the tomb of Osiris because red was the colour associated with Set, the Egyptian version of Satan.
Touch, touch, touch, touch me love, I'm shaking inside.
[At Marc Antony's tomb:] Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.
I am hated by many, especially comrade Pang Dehuai, his hatred is so intense that he wished me dead. My policy with Pang Dehuai is such: You don't touch me, I don't touch you; You touch me, I touch you. Even though we were once like brothers, it doesn't change a thing.
Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. “Hang on. What about traps?” He frowned. “Traps?” “Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?” “Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—” “Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.
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