Quotes About Urban

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within.

I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.

I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people, the broken things, the broken thoughts. The whole city is a junk heap.

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighbourhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost,

The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change.

It's corny, but I think poems are echoes of the voices in your head and from your past. Your sisters, your father, your ancestors taking to you and through you. Some of it is primal, some of it is hallucinatory bullshit. That madness those boys rapping ain't nothing but urban folklore. They retelling stories passed down from chicken coop to apartment stoop to Ford coupe. Hear that rhyme, boy. Shit, I could get down and rap if I had to. MC Big Mama Osteoporosis in the house.

a small sub-Saharan African nation like Detroit.

I've finally figured out what's wrong with Washington D.C. It's that all the buildings are more or less the same height and there's absolutely no skyline, save for the Washington Monument touching the night sky, like a giant middle finger to the world.

If New York is the City That Never Sleeps, then Los Angeles is the City That's Always Passed Out on the Couch.

This story forces us to ask ourselves this question: what struggles is my global family facing? Members of my family in many of the great urban centers of the world suffer from economic deprivation. What challenges does my family face in places like Sri Lanka or India or Egypt or Bolivia?

You know you're an Arizona native when you have to look up "mass transit" in the dictionary.

chainlink fences topped with barbed wire, vacant lots covered with broken beer bottles, and Doberman pinschers with psychopathic personalities

Si vivre dans les villes est une folie, au moins New York est-il une folie qui en vaut la peine.

prostitutes streamed toward Westminster and, especially, the freewheeling adjacent area of Charing Cross.

Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town. ( Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. )

From a corner shop to an office block and every building in between. These are the areas we need to focus energy management on

It happens, however, that large sectors of the oppressed form an urban proletariat, especially in the more industrialized centers of the country. Although these sectors are occasionally restive, they lack revolutionary consciousness and consider themselves privileged. Manipulation, with its series of deceits and promises, usually finds fertile ground here.

Peasants live in a closed reality with a single, compact center of oppressive decision; the urban oppressed live in an expanding context in which the oppressive command center is plural and complex.

por mais que eu ande nada em mim imagina o que é que menina tão pequena está fazendo numa cidade tão grande

Hell is a city much like London—A populous and smoky city.

Hell is a city much like London.

In 1955, there were 150,000 New Yorkers on welfare; in 1995, there were 1.3 million.

In a city where human beings struggle for the privilege of sleeping over subway grates