Quotes About Urban

American life, in large cities, is a perpetual assault on the senses and the nerves; it is out of asceticism, out of unworldliness, precisely, that we bear it.

One cannot make architecture without studying the condition of life in the city

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

But I was not a domesticated animals...The dirt and grit of a city, the unending wakefulness of it, the crowdedness, the constant light obscuring the stars, the omnipresent gasoline fumes, the thousand ways it presaged our destruction... none of these things appealed to me.

But I was not a domesticated animal. The dirt and grit of a city, the unending wakefulness of it, the crowdedness, the constant light obscuring the stars, the omnipresent gasoline fumes, the thousand ways it presaged our destruction... none of these things appealed to me.

Civilization diminishes proportionally to the distance from Paris.

Most people in New York City had started wearing masks, to keep the pollution out, but also to protect privacy.

In rural societies, large families are almost always the norm. In urban societies, families choose to have fewer children. This is the crux of the demographic transition, one of the most fundamental of all social changes during the era of modern economic growth.

I hope to focus on what I'm passionate about because I think I'd do them best job on them - education, urban education, women and children's issues and literacy.

That's how New York looked: like a gorgeous, easy thing to have, even for me.

Market Street, a steamy puddle at every curb. We find our way down alleys, our crazy eyes making diamonds of the shattered glass that covers the streets and sidewalks. Nothing touches us. We float under the orange streetlamps.

The hammerhead crane brandished its fist to the east; to the west loomed the building ways cages. Around all of it, railroad tracks spiraled into whorls of paisley. The diving barge had gone.

The sky above the buildings outside their apartment windows is the color of a dusty chalkboard, and the light coming down onto the street is exactly the color of boredom.

Sie sehnte sich stattdessen nach dem Elan und der Zielstrebigkeit, die alle anderen Menschen in der Forty-second Street zu beflügeln schienen: Gruppen lachender Matrosen; Mädchen mit angelegten, eingesprühten Haaren; ältere Paare, die Damen im Pelz - alle eilten im Dämmerlicht dahin. Anna betrachtete sie forschend. Woher wussten sie, wohin es ging?

At the bottom of the hill they came out of the trees to a busy street and Antwan said, We cross here. Ain't no lights here, Antwan said. Just look out for the ones trying to hit you. There's a nice-looking blonde-haired female human lives around here - any time she sees me she tries to run me down.

Opažam da ljudi u ovim krajevima cijene neke vrijednosti više od gradskih ljudi, baš kao što pauk zatvoreniku u tamnici više vrijedi nego stanarima u ku?i; no ta dublja sklonost ne ovisi potpuno o mjestu na kojem se nalazi promatra?.

She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out.

PIGEON DROPPINGS

In the countryside the systematic requisitioning of food (which the urban Sansculottes had been the first to advocate) alienated the peasantry.

In one major U.S. city, The New York Times reports, unclaimed bodies "are piling up faster than the city can handle them"; boxes containing the personal papers of the deceased are "piled floor to ceiling" in the county office.22 "We had never been so busy before," one Cook County investigator explained, "but nothing about the heat wave was really unusual except the amounts" (see fig

He had heard the voice of London that lives and breathes beneath the rumble of traffic, a voice like the continual high-pitched shriek you hear when you put your head beneath the waves of the sea. It is the sound of millions and millions of creatures living and struggling and dying and being born. It commands those who hear it to eat or be eaten..

Bir ÅŸehirden geriye, yar? sarhoÅŸ bir ÅŸairin onun üzerinde dolaÅŸan umursamaz bak??lar?ndan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmaz.

The grey steel streets were indeed paltry (not our feelings, and no, not the blues) but those gray streets were dead and cold, despite our warm living selves celebrating the life in us dancing across their surfaces.

Vicambulist (n.) One who walks about in the streets. Now that streetwalker has taken on connotations some people may not care to ascribe to themselves, we have a dearth of words to describe someone who simply likes to walk about in the streets of a city. Here's hoping vicambulist will enter everyday language anew. also