Quotes About Urban

New York was not a romantic city at [80th]. Nobody knows who you are and you don't have to care about anybody else. It's a very cold city, I should say.

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!

There is always something sad about the trams, may be because they are like our lives: They appear from nothingness and disappear in the horizon of the crowds.

It's a filthy city. Everything here is trash. Eventually someone's gotta burn it.

The transition first to agriculture and then to industry has condemned us to living unnatural lives that cannot give full expression to our inherent inclinations and instincts, and therefore cannot satisfy our deepest yearnings. Nothing in the comfortable lives of the urban middle class can approach the wild excitement and sheer joy experienced by a forager band on a successful mammoth hunt. Every new invention just puts another mile between us and the Garden of Eden.

Sin la industrialización de la agricultura, la revolución industrial urbana no habría podido tener lugar: no habría habido manos y cerebros suficientes para llenar fábricas y oficinas.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

In Lima, the only birds you'll hear singing are the cars honking.

If the does not come today he exists, he breathes this air and walks these streets.

When Esther and Joe - resolutely urban, nurtured by density, neurosis, and the Great Depression - discovered the woods, they never wanted to leave.

The bourgeois (which is merely the usual French and for a while the usual English word for the urban men of the middle class) were the innovators willing to subject their ideas to the democratic test of a market, and to supply Paris with grain and iron.

In Los Angeles, by the time you're 35, you're older than most of the buildings.

That's the great thing about L.A. No matter who you are, you fit in, because no one fits in, so everyone is in the same boat. And it gets more that way each day. Now it's whites who are odd man out.

Know what you do to me, city girl?" The question seemed to ease her mind. The corner of her lips curled up. "Good to know.

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The housing stock along the broad Edinburgh Road was a linear map of a century of social housing, from scrubby squares of muddy grass around garden city dreams, to high-rise machines for living. Occasionally they passed a wall of undemolished tenements, the old housing design that had worked in the city for centuries.

Kay got off the bus at the Squinty Bridge and walked across the river to Broomielaw. A brisk wind streamed across the river from the broad plane of Govan, rising up the boom of the flats. Even in the deep doorway, it lifted the tail of her coat and blew her hair up over her ears. Cars passed quickly, anticipating the motorway five hundred yards away. Kay told herself that this was a mistake but she pressed the buzzer anyway.

He put on his hat and wrapped his scarf around his jaw, but did without the wig and the sunglasses. He clicked his key chain and the car beeped and the doors locked. "That's it?" He looked up. "Sorry?" "Aren't you afraid it might get stolen? We're not exactly in a good part of town." "It's got a car alarm." "Don't you, like, cast a spell or something? To keep it safe?" "No. It's a pretty good car alarm.

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city.

If there is knowledge, it lies in the fusion of the book and the street.

With a little leadership, you'd get it in here very quickly, and it could be put to use on the inner cities and lots of other things, and it would be beautiful.

The present Indian government, however, is neither able or willing to accept the challenge and to provide the leadership in breaking the resistance of urban and rural interests.

First life, then spaces, then buildings - the other way around never works.

Lowly, unpurposeful and random as they may appear, sidewalk contacts are the small change from which a city's wealth of public life may grow.