Quotes About City

And Night told whose blood had stained the marble steps that lead to the temple in Ozahn, and why the skull within it wears a golden crown, and whose soul is in the wolf that howls in the dark against the city.

At one time, Madison Street had been quietly residential, curving gently to a rural road below, but the city had reached out like a hungry blob of protoplasm and engulfed us.

Even at midnight the city groans in the heat. We have had no rain for quite a while. The traffic sounds below ride the night air in waves of trigonometry, the cosine of a siren, the tangent of a sigh, a system, an axis, a logic to this chaos, yes.

One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in isolation, lurched and spazzed, sent them spinning fizzly back into empty, padded corners, disconnected and alone.

We don't do that in New York, rasped Odette. She cleared her throat. No? Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh. No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just… you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life you're just always — her hand sliced the air—there.

Far in the distance the tugboat whistled; its call passed the bridge, one more arch, then another, the lock, another bridge, farther and farther … It was summoning all the barges on the river, every last one, and the whole city and the sky and the countryside, and ourselves, to carry us all away, the Seine too —and that would be the end of us.

To live in a city, one must be larger than one's environment or enjoy belonging to the crowd.

They were now in the Italian section of the city, which Kaira said was called North Beach, but he didn't see any sand or water. The streets were lined with Italian restaurants, cafés, bookstores, and other small shops. One shop sold nothing but old postcards. "It's not a beach," Kaira explained. "It's just called that." "Kind of like Camp Green Lake," said Armpit.

for through an opening in the wood one could look across the wide, blue river,—the meadows on the other side,—far over the outskirts of the great city, to the green hills that rose to meet the sky. The sun was low, and the heavens glowed with the splendor of an autumn sunset. Gold and purple clouds lay on the hill-tops; and rising high into the ruddy light were silvery white peaks, that shone like the airy spires of some Celestial City.

Our burdens are here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City.

The sun was low, and the heavens glowed with the splendor of an autumn sunset. Gold and purple clouds lay on the hilltops, and rising high into the ruddy light were silvery white peaks that shone like the airy spires of some Celestial City

A parte habitada da cidade estendia-se da Battery até o Common.

National City Bank had the deepest gold reserves and cash resources of any bank during the panic.

Within two week's time, he saved several trust companies and a leading brokerage house, bailed out New York City, and rescued the Stock Exchange.

A troubled and afflicted mankind looks to us, pleading for us to keep our rendezvous with destiny; that we will uphold the principles of self-reliance, self-discipline, morality, and, above all, responsible liberty for every individual that we will become that shining city on a hill.

America is, and always will be, a shining city on a hill.

pero de pronto me abrumó la idea de salir a la calle, de pisar de nuevo la ciudad a esa hora sucia del atardecer, hora perdida de pasos perdidos, hora inútil.

I feel about Manhattan the way I feel about a book, a TV series, a movie, a play, an artist, a song, a food, a whatever that I love. I want to tell you about it so that maybe you will love it, too. I'm not worried about it being 'ruined' by too many people 'discovering' it. Manhattan's been ruined since 1626 , when Peter Minuit bought it from Native Americans for $24.00.

Manhattan is a narrow island surrounded by various miscellaneous items.

Todas as pessoas que viajam apreciam essa sensação de andar pelas ruas de uma cidade que não é aquela em que se vive, sem pressa, sem hora de voltar para casa. Por quê? Porque não há casa, lar doce lar, para onde voltar. A casa é uma prisão, mesmo se você vive sozinho. Uma prisão à qual você se acostuma, como os animais do jardim zoológico se acostumam com as suas jualas.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago. The other places don't count. Having seen it, I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages

But no sooner had he walked to the city wall than the monkeys pulled him back, telling him that he did not know how happy he was, and pinching him to make him grateful.

It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history.