Top 60 Upstairs Quotes

There were times when gangs would approach me, but my father was way stronger than them. They would come make threats and stuff, and I was like, ‘You don’t know the opposition I’ve got upstairs. I’m not scared of you.’

If I could go upstairs and write every day, I would be happy. I don’t need recreation.

When we were growing up, I got kicked out of Timbaland’s house every day. He was the DJ for my brother’s rap group in junior high school. So I was 7, and while Tim’s DJ’ing and my brother’s rapping, I’d be upstairs dancing.

My mom’s whole side of the family, they’re all Packers fans. My mom’s a Bears fan. My stepdad is a Vikings guy. So that gets ugly. My mom sits upstairs watching the Bears game; he sits in the basement. They can’t watch it together. Football’s a violent anger in our family dynamic.

I really don’t want to guess or assume. I just leave it all to the man upstairs and the future. I’m just excited to see what comes next, and I’m gonna be ready for it.

I don’t believe in remaking television series. I should never have agreed to reviving ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ because my heart wasn’t in it, but part of me did think about my pension.

I remember, when I was a kid, watching my mother jam herself into her girdle – a piece of equipment so rigid it could stand up on its own – and I remember her coming home from fancy parties and racing upstairs to extricate herself from its cruel iron grip.

The Man Upstairs is taking care of me.

I’ve got allergy pills upstairs in my room, and it says ‘For Cat Work’ right on it.

I go back to when my youngest daughter was dying. I never asked my Friend Upstairs, ‘Why me?’ And He’s the only one who has the answers.

As I stood there absorbing Hammett’s novel, the slot machines at the back of the shop were clanking and whirring, and in the billiard room upstairs the perpetual poker game was being played.

I don’t have a formal home recording studio, but I can record tracks on my computer upstairs in my office.

As a team you have to figure out what you want to do and who do you want to pay and that comes from the guys upstairs.

Sometimes we’re at hotels, and I’ll answer the phone. They’ll say, ‘Mr. Ripa, your breakfast is coming upstairs.’ And I’m like, Is my father-in-law here? But, obviously, I’m proud either way – Ripa or Consuelos.

On the morning of Thanksgiving, I would wake up to the home smelling of all good things, wafting upstairs to my room. I would set the table with the fancy silverware and china and hope that my parents and grandmother wouldn’t have the annual Thanksgiving fight about Richard Nixon.

The writing was so clearly written on the wall about me, but I didn’t see it. I had no role models. I didn’t know there was even a possibility of being gay. I battled with it, but this was the way God made me. If you have a problem with it, take it up with the man upstairs.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

As far as memories go, I was around for the very first WrestleMania. I was a young kid upstairs at my uncle’s restaurant in a change room or staff room watching it, I think, illegally, on a black and white television.

I’ve raised my boys the old-fashioned way, with spankings, sending them upstairs if they misbehave at parties, the works. I believe discipline is the proof of love.

I always performed when I was a child. My parents got very annoyed, because my brother and I had our little bedrooms upstairs, and I would plaster the house with posters with arrows pointing upstairs.

It’s so great to be able to write from home. My bread is rising downstairs, and I’m upstairs writing. I have a writing room that my grandchildren consider one of their playrooms.

I knew a notorious reptile dealer who would send me animals for Area. I regret that. I mean, the landlord had wolves and an arctic fox upstairs and quite possibly a tiger.

I guess you could say I got right with the man upstairs. I wanted to go to heaven.

But Donald heard on Radio Disney that they were giving a Nintendo 64 away to the ninetieth caller every day for a week. He listened all week and kept calling in until he gauged the perfect time, and one day he ran upstairs and said, ‘I won it!’ He’s always been able to will what he wants.

The man upstairs is pushing the buttons, and if your name happens to be on that button, well, thank you.

Every year’s going to be a what-if. That’s the game of basketball. What if a guy turns his ankle? What if a guy gets in a car wreck coming to the arena? There are so many different aspects that could happen that nobody knows. Only the man upstairs knows.

I’ve tried to plan for my future in the past and it doesn’t always work out the way I want it to, so leave it all up to the man upstairs.

Discounting the ineffably repetitive homophobic barbs that I receive most days, Twitter trolls’ most common gripe against me appears to be that I am ‘posh.’ Contrary to their unshakeable view, I was not born into the upstairs world.

I worked in Dad’s stores, moving boxes – I remember quite well one stockroom that was upstairs – sweeping floors, laying tile. I also had paper routes.

The music is the message, the message is the music. So that’s my little ministry that the Big Man upstairs gave to me – a little ministry called love and happiness.

I started on ‘Saturday Night Live’ the same time Conan started on Late Night. We just had a relationship because I would be upstairs in the studio and whenever he couldn’t get a guest – which was often back then since he was just starting out – he would just call me down to be a guest.

The women in ‘Downton Abbey’ don’t compare to the women in ‘Upstairs Downstairs.’ Ours are stunning. We’ve got Laura Haddock, Keeley Hawes, Claire Foy… beautiful women.

C’mon. He’d be embarrassing upstairs at the White House. So I think she’d have a hard time. I think a woman president would have to be very conservative to get elected.

In my first home that I actually purchased, I built this nice little basement apartment, I moved into it, and I rented out the whole house upstairs. That allowed me to live there for free – because that’s all I could afford.

I’ve done loads of things people have never seen – dramas on BBC4 and plays upstairs at the Royal Court and the Bush – and because I didn’t go to drama school, they gave me an education.

Our skin colours may vary, but what’s upstairs – there’s certain things we’ve all got in common.

Maybe since I was 35 years old it was time to go upstairs.

I get up around 8 o’clock, which gives me enough time to walk dogs and feed chickens and horses. Then I get to work in my home office upstairs, and basically, I don’t stop until I’ve written 2,000 words and/or the Stephen Colbert show is over.

There are people out there dying every day, so when you wake up, you just have to thank the Man Upstairs for another day on this planet. There’s not much else we can ask for.

The older you get, the more ‘mindfulness’ becomes about trying to remember why you came upstairs.

I am probably a bit numb upstairs, which is sometimes a good thing.

I tell young people that people aren’t just going to flock to you as your mentors. You have to seek them out. It could be your next-door neighbor; it could be somebody upstairs from you, somebody down the block from you. An aunt or an uncle. Some relative. A parent.

I grew up taking the Long Island Railroad from Baldwin, New York into Penn Station and walking upstairs to Madison Square Garden. Those are some of my favorite memories.

Look at my life. I almost died. I almost died several times. My shoulders were down, man. But I kicked out. I kicked out again. Someone upstairs obviously likes me. So maybe I should, too.

‘Downton Abbey’ is my worst nightmare. I just hate that whole ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ thing, I think it’s really lazy and it doesn’t represent England, it’s this postcard view.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

I really do love ‘Panama.’ But I’d also have to admit that right now, if I were driven to write another novel like that, I wouldn’t even try to find a publisher for it. It simply wouldn’t be published. I’d be writing it to put in my closet upstairs.

I’ve never been burgled. I don’t quite know what I would do if it was the dead of night and there was someone in the house, and my kids were asleep upstairs.

We depend a lot on the guy upstairs in dire times, in addressing our concerns and looking for help.

Declining to go to church with my parents in the morning, I would ostentatiously set out for the Monist Society in the afternoon, down an obscure street which it seemed a little improper to be walking on, as everything was closed for Sunday, upstairs through a sort of side entrance over a saloon.

A landlord is showing a couple around an apartment. The husband looks up and says, ‘Wait a minute. This apartment doesn’t have a ceiling.’ The landlord answers, ‘That’s OK. The people upstairs don’t walk around that much.’