Quotes About Urban

I've never left Istanbul, never left the houses, streets, and neighborhoods of my childhood.

Ä°nsan ÅŸehirde kalabal?k içinde yaln?z olabilirdi ve ÅŸehri ÅŸehir yapan ÅŸey de zaten kalabal?k içinde insan?n kafas?ndaki tuhafl??? saklayabilme imkan?yd?.

what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind inside its teeming multitudes.

Y, al igual que ocurre con nuestras vidas, la mayor parte de las veces es por otros por quienes nos enteramos del significado de la ciudad en la que vivimos.

I've accepted the city into which I was born in the same way I've accepted my body and my gender.

The larger and more colorful a city is, the more places there are to hide one's guilt and sin; the more crowded it is, the more people there are to hide behind.

As Çetin drove us home, slowly and carefully, I realized I was happy. These dark, empty streets that now belonged to Istanbul's dog packs, these avenues so ugly by daylight, hemmed in by concrete apartment buildings in such dreadful condition that it sapped my will just to look at them-now they looked alluringly mysterious, like poems.

In a city you can be alone in a crowd and in fact what makes the city a city is that it lets you hide the strangeness in your mind in its teeming multitudes.

T?pk?, daha oluÅŸumunu tamamlamakta olan bir gezegenin yüzeyi gibi, üzeri beton, taÅŸ, kiremit, ahÅŸap ve pleksiglas ve kubbeyle kapl? iniÅŸli ç?k??l? ÅŸehir parçac?klar?, sanki a??r a??r aralanacaklar ve karanl???n içinden esrarl? yeralt?n?n alev rengi ayd?nl??? s?zacakt?.

Our apartment was at the top of a tall building opposite Te?vikiye Mosque, and our bedroom windows looked out on many other families' bedrooms that resembled ours; since childhood I had found strange comfort in going to my dark bedroom to look into other people's apartments.

pequeños comerciantes de Beyoglu, y ofreciendo por las

Mevlut beÅŸ dakika ayn? köÅŸede durursa kald?r?m? iÅŸgal etti diye arabas?n? al?p parçalayan belediye memurlar?, büyük ÅŸirketlerin kald?r?mlarda yürümeyi zorlaÅŸt?ran buzdolaplar?na hiç ses etmiyordu.

At night, he could sense the weight of the concrete, the hardness, and the horrors of the city around him.

He spent the afternoon alone in the streets.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

A flying chocolate wrapper touched against a fire hydrant. Taxi doors slammed. Bits of trash sparred in the darkest reaches of the alleyways. Sneakers found their sweetspots. The leather of briefcases rubbed against trouserlegs. A few umbrella tips clinked against the pavement. Revolving doors pushed quarters of conversation out into the street.

Fui attratto da Londra, quel grande pozzo nero dal quale tutti i perdigiorno e gli sfaccendati dell'Impero vengono irresistibilmente inghiottiti.

The shape of the city stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste.

On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.

What if a whole goddamned building was to just up and sink? What about two or three buildings? What about a whole block? Harrogate was waving his bottle about. Goddamn, he said. What if the whole fuckin city was to cave in? That's the spirit, said Suttree.

There was a whole subculture of mentalists who spent their nights breaking into boarded-up tube stations, forgotten sewers, abandoned buildings, and other places you just aren't meant to be.

When they left the bar, before parting ways in Port Authority, they stood on the corner of Forty-second Street and Seventh Avenue and continued talking; there were between them always an infinite number of subjects to be addressed and dissected, mulled over and mocked and revised.

CITY OF THE WORLD (FOR ALL RACES ARE HERE, ALL THE LANDS OF THE EARTH MAKE CONTRIBUTIONS HERE), CITY OF THE SEA! CITY OF WHARVES AND STORES - CITY OF TALL FACADES OF MARBLE AND IRON! PROUD AND PASSIONATE CITY - METTLESOME, MAD, EXTRAVAGANT CITY!

Give me such shows--give me the streets of Manhattan!