Quotes About Urban

I don't know how anyone gets anything done in cities. How can you live somewhere like London or New York, when there are 81 things to do every night? Awful. Give me solitude and space any time.

A city is a large community where people are lonesome together.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.

The street is the river of life of the city, the place where we come together, the pathway to the center.

When we started to do punk, we put all of these things together to create the look of an urban guerrilla - a rebel.

The World Trade Center was for me not only out of scale vertically, but it was also out of scale in plan. It occupied several blocks that were all massed together.

personal experience has the possibility to transform both the tellers of it and the listeners to it. Just as the novel form once took up experiences of urban industrialized society that weren't being addressed in sermons or epistles or epic poems, so memoir—with its single, intensely personal voice—wrestles with family issues in a way readers of late find compelling.

café, and dozens of people wandering

boredom and urban cynicism had become so natural to them that an experience from which these qualities were absent seemed to be, in some way, defective.

These days many poets live in cities, or at least in suburbs, and the natural world grows ever more distant from our everyday lives. Most people, in fact, live in cities, and therefore most readers are not necessarily very familiar with the natural world. And yet the natural world has always been the great warehouse of symbolic imagery. Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.

Great thing about asking a real cab hack for directions is they'll know where you want to go. Bad thing is they give it to you in cabbie. Lots of turn left by the hobo peeing on the cat sorta stuff.

It's barely after 11:00 p.m., early by New York standards, so the street is busy.

Unlike New York or Chicago, once you were inside Boston, any point in the city was fairly convenient to any other.

We are constantly told that concern over the supposed cruelties of farming, as Stephen Budiansky puts it in The Covenant of the Wild, is a product of the soft urban mind-set, unaccustomed to the harsh realities of rural life. Another way of looking at this is that the urban types are not steeped in the ways of blood spilling and have no financial and emotional attachments to the practices in question. In other contexts, that's usually called objectivity.

She did not mind this new background; she was indifferent to the slums as she had been indifferent to the drawing rooms.

The human shapes moving past him in the streets of the city were physical objects without any meaning.

The boarded-up homes, the decaying storefronts, the aging church rolls, kids from unknown families who swaggered down the streets - loud congregations of teenage boys, teenage girls feeding potato chips to crying toddlers, the discarded wrappers tumbling down the block - all of it whispered painful truths.

It's in the misery of some unnamed slum that the next killer virus will emerge.

Ketika kita terus menggunakan miliaran dolar untuk berbagai sistem senjata yang nilainya meragukan namun tidak mau menggunakan uang itu untuk melindungi pabrik-pabrik kimia yang sangat rapuh di pusat-pusat urban yang utama, menjadi semakin sulit bagi kita untuk meminta negara-negara lain menjaga pabrik-pabrik tenaga nuklir mereka.

I believe in keeping guns out of our inner cities, and that our leaders must say so in the face of the gun manfuacturer's lobby.

I tried to picture the basketball courts back in the States. The sound of gunshots nearby, a guy peddling nickel hits in the stairwell—that was one picture. The laughter of boys playing in their suburban backyard, their mother calling them in for lunch. That was true, too. The two pictures collided, leaving me tongue-tied.

began takings cabs

Carl Sandburg poem come to life. There were inner-city kids jostling one another on a field trip, well-coiffed bankers working their flip phones, farmers in seed caps looking to widen the locks that allowed industrial barges to take their crops to market. You'd see Latina moms looking to fund a new day-care center and middle-aged biker crews, complete with muttonchops and leather jackets, trying to stop yet another legislative effort to make them wear helmets.