Quotes About Urban

ya no hacía tanto frío y las tolvaneras se habían acabado, sólo quedaba el esmog porque a ese cabrón no se lo lleva nadie.

Me había quedado sola en la ciudad y preferí luchar a la intemperie contra la célebre soledad que azota al alma humana en las grandes urbes.

en esta ciudad que exalta en exceso los ánimos y hace promesas que luego no cumple.

I once heard [Gerald] Feinberg suggest that many of Manhattan's 1970s social problems could be solved by forbidding anyone who earned less than, say, $10,000 per year to live there. It had not occurred to him, apparently, that this excluded many of the people who worked at the university.

Can we imagine a city dweller who does not have the soul of a murderer?

Half of Paris sleeps amidst the putrid exhalations of courts and streets and sewers.

One of the things you lost sight of when you lived in the city was the sense of how much power an individual had.

Nelle città senza mare, chissà a cosa si rivolge la gente per ritrovare il proprio equilibrio? Forse alla luna. Però se la si confronta con il mare, risulta talmente lontana e piccola, da sembrare, in un certo qual modo, indifesa.

The craft is finding a decent drainpipe to get access to the site as much as it is in the art...Van Gogh used short, stumpy brush strokes to convey his insanity - I use short, thin ledges above mainline train tracks.

Writing graffiti is about the most honest way you can be an artist. It takes no money to do it, you don't need an education to understand it and there's no admission fee.

Graffiti is not the lowest form of art. Despite having to creep about at night and lie to your mum it's actually the most honest artform available.

Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don't come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they're having a piss.

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.

Consciousness. That was it! The difference between my ordinary urban life and my wooded Tantric retreats was consciousness. If I could be completely conscious and present in each moment, it wouldn't matter whether I practiced Tantra in Bali or on the Bowery. Not only would location not matter, but neither would strict adherence to "traditional" Tantric practices. Anything I performed with complete consciousness would be completely alive, authentic, and transformative.

Habría dado cualquier cosa por pasear por una de esas típicas calles londinenses, con casas de sucios ladrillos amarillos a los lados, altas casas pareadas con un tramo de escalones hasta la puerta y barandillas y verjas de hierro que parecen enjaular unos arbustos ralos y desgreñados, y, de vez en cuando, un gato dormido en un alféizar.

listening to the stir of the trees, the chatter of birds as they flew in and out, the bubble of the fountain. This was an enchanted spot, justification in and of itself for the price of the townhouse. Casey might not know viburnum from vinca, but she knew that city gardens didn't get better than this.

I love San Francisco," she said. "I lived there when I was a child.

The feelings of the men who had raised Urban over their own heads probably cannot be adequately described. Some thought that the delirium of power had made the Pope furiosus et melaneholicus—in short, mad.

How narrow he makes the street look!" a passer-by once exclaimed.

Statistics showing the number of persons who yearly meet their death in our great cities by the fall of telegraph wires are published from time to time. As our cities grow, and the need of telegraphic communication is more generally felt, this danger will become even more conspicuous. Persons who value their lives are earnestly advised not to walk under telegraph wires.

Yes," Howie said solemnly. "I can teach you how to be more 'street'". "For God's sake…" "Or is it 'urban'? I can't remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

Ant-swarming city, city abounding in dreams, Where ghosts in broad daylight accost the passerby!

It's most satisfying to have an effect on the public realm - deep down I think it's what every architect wants to do.