Quotes About Dark streets

I first saw Walter Hill's second film, 'The Driver,' as a teenager, late at night on the BBC, quite possibly sitting too close to the telly. Given that this 1978 slice of neo-noir takes place almost entirely in the dark streets of a deserted downtown L.A., it's really a perfect midnight movie.

I feel good when I leave the darkness of the cinema, it makes me feel my life is important. For a few minutes, I stroll along the dark streets, thinking of myself as someone in a film- a man with a character, a destiny. I become aware of my clothes and my physical mass; of my quiddity, my value.

You scorpions do more to keep law and order in the city than anyone else. Only the good and the pure in heart dare go out on the street after dark.

The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.

The hero is the one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light.

The night is always old. He'd walked too often down dark streets in the secret hours and felt the night stretching away, and known in his blood that while days and kings and empires come and go, the night is always the same age, always aeons deep. Terrors unfolded in the velvet shadows and while the nature of the talons may change, the nature of the beast does not.

Just like the car headlights impressively illuminating the dark streets, wisdom words powerfully enlighten the dark minds!

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A city's intellect ought to be measured not by its scholars, libraries, miniaturists, calligraphers and schools, but by the number of crimes insidiously committed on its dark streets over thousands of years.

Somehow I've become separated emotionally from everyone and everything. And what I was really searching for out there in the dark streets—the last damned place I could ever find it—was a way to make myself a part of people again emotionally, while still retaining my freedom intellectually. I've got to grow up. For me it means everything. . . .

The Thieves Quarter was worse than he remembered. Always, before, Fezzik had been with him, and they made rhymes, and Fezzik was enough to keep any thief away. Inigo moved panicked up the dark streets, desperately afraid.

Prince Albert was gazing out of the window into the dark streets. Grace's eyes locked with Prince Albert's and she immediately sank into curtsey. On rising, she blushed to see that he was nodding in acknowledgment and smiling. Not knowing what else to do, she curtseyed again, and while her knee was still bent, the traffic eased and the royal carriage moved off.

I rode in my own backseat as we headed northwest toward Hollywood on the 101 freeway and then exited onto the dark, scabrous streets of the then still-a-little-funky, still-gentrifying neighborhood where we both lived because we were single and "creative" and this was where single, creative people lived if they wanted to surround themselves with—and potentially date and possibly marry—like-minded folk.

Just like the car headlights impressively illuminating the dark streets, wisdom words powerfully enlighten the dark minds!