Quotes About Urban

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street, in a motor car, in a hotel room.

It was a modern massacre: urban in origin, driven by ideology, fueled by the press, and abetted by politicians from afar.

There is no loneliness like the loneliness of a stranger in a strange city.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad but New York City?

In this sense, a vacation home, a highway, a supermarket in the countryside are all part of the urban fabric. Of varying density, thickness, and activity, the only regions untouched by it are those that are stagnant or dying, those that are given over to "nature." With the decline of the village life of days gone by, agricultural producers, "farmers," are confronted with the agricultural town.

Assim, a integração e a participação são a obsessão dos não-participantes, daqueles que sobrevivem entre os fragmentos da sociedade possível e das ruínas do passado: excluídos da cidade, às portas do urbano […]

It is to be noted that a deserted street at four o'clock in the afternoon has as strong a significance as the swarming of a square at market or meeting times.

Urban revolution" identifies a long historical shift, from an agricultural to an industrial to an urban world, according to Lefebvre's account, but it also captures a shift in the internal territorial form of the city, from the originary political city through the mercantile, then industrial, city to the present "critical phase," the harbinger of a certain globalization of the urban.

People in cities may forget the soil for as long as a hundred years, but Mother Nature's memory is long and she will not let them forget indefinitely.

The owner when we were there was Mrs. R. W. Meirs, of 2048 Locust Street, in Philadelphia, who naturally spent all the time she could away from the city.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.

Los Angeles gives one the feeling of the future more strongly than any city I know of. A bad future, too, like something out of Fritz Lang's feeble imagination.

Just understand that the end began long ago We got here just in time Look All the squares in the sidewalks were already there All these strangers have more money than you do All the good riffs have been taken And everyone is so scared Murder is commonplace I don't even flinch at the gunshots outside my window I feel lonely without them

I know why Kurtz went up river. He was tired of all the weak fucks that populate the streets of every city in the world.

Autumn is the time when a good book is a better friend than your fellow panicked urban compressionist.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighbourhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

In fact, the public will accept any city plan and skyline provided that its architecture is traditional.

We made a little garden in the middle of L.A. so our hearts they wouldn't harden & our spirits they could play

The houses there sat on lots of an acre or more, and some neighbors still kept horses. The urban centers of Fort Lauderdale and Miami were nearby, and if you wanted a dose of the city, you could easily get it.

The road out of London on the north-east is one of the less pleasant ways of finding the open country. For one thing, it is infested with miles of tramway, crawling, interminable, blocking the traffic, maddening to the man at the wheel of a fast car—especially maddening to the man in a hurry at the wheel of a fast car.

Traffic signals in New York are just rough guidelines.

New York now leads the world's great cities in the number of people around whom you shouldn't make a sudden move.

I love autumn in New York City: The yellows, the browns, and the rust -- and that's just the drinking water.... Here in New York City, the leaves turn -- and run.

New York City subways are now getting high speed Internet. How about some high speed subway trains?