Quotes About Urban

She had become something wrathful and insane, an urban legend waiting to happen.

Why do you fear touching the earth? Does not the concrete separate you from it enough?

Com taquicardia, respiro fundo, olho ao redor, só não me lembro mais por que eu tanto queria atravessar a rua. Este lado é como um espelho do outro, com os mesmos pedestres aflitos para atravessar de volta, os mesmos minúsculos botecos com idênticas bundas grandes do lado de fora, além de uma banca de jornal igual a todas, onde vejo exposta uma primeira página tenebrosa.

God made the country, and man made the town.

People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had any unobscured glow.

Like it or not, we are all insectoid aliens burrowing within our urbaniod bodies. -- Timothy Leary

I wanted to experience New York, to look up and see buildings.

Das Leben geht immer weiter, auch unter Ruinen. Die Ruinen sind unwichtig, aber das Leben ist wichtig. Das Leben mit einem Grashalm in der Stadtmitte zwischen tausend zerstörten Steinblöcken. Es geht immer weiter.

The trouble with traffic engineers is that when there's a problem with a road, they always try to add something. To my mind, it's much better to remove things.

Those on the other side of the debate argued forcefully that consolidated schools—with their advanced curriculums, professionally trained teachers, and classes extending through high school—were the only means of affording farm children the kind of educational opportunities available to their urban counterparts. In the end, after two years of bitter struggle, the proponents of consolidation prevailed in Bath when the township voted to fund a new school.10

By the mid-1920s, psychoanalysis had become all the rage among urban sophisticates. After diverting themselves with humorist Robert Benchley's "All Aboard for Dementia Praecox!

Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks,A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene.

And I went to New York and died for 10 years I walked those pavements. I can't think of New York without feeling uncomfortable and feeling like a failure.

The pennycandystore beyond the El is where i first fell in love with unreality Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom of that september afternoon A cat upon the counter moved among the licorice sticks and tootsie rolls and Oh Boy Gum Outside the leaves were falling as they died A wind had blown away the sun A girl ran in Her hair was rainy Her breasts were breathless in the little room Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon!

Vehement silhouettes of Manhattan — that vertical city with unimaginable diamonds.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.

The house is a machine for living in.

Fundamentalist Christianity appeals to pre-civilized, prudish tribal people who are not ready for urban feudal pleasures.

When you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough.

Today, from the bridge, the East River is sparkling. The money is swirling around the tall buildings like tides or like tithes, And I wonder, does anyone swim in this river, I wonder, does anyone pray?

New York is the capital, the national headquarters of homelessness.... No one feels he belongs here.

Cities are the huge central dynamos of all being. The power of a man can be measured today by the mile, the number of miles between him and the city; that is, between him and what the city stands for -- the centre of mass.

Mong Kok is where old, traditional Hong Kong and the contemporary, future-leaning city collide like a speeding Lamborghini into a bus full of retirees on their way to a bingo parlor

building and most of the city block were destroyed