Quotes About City

Britain's decision to send troops to the city did more to change the thinking of Bostonians than any step previously taken by London.

The freedom of the city is not negotiable. We cannot negotiate with those who say, What's mine is mine and what's yours is negotiable.

Washington D.C. is a city of Southern efficiency and Northern charm.

Dat begrijp ik. Dit is een vredig plaatsje en u ziet de rust hier niet graag verstoord.' Erak glimlachte terug, maar een haai had nauwelijks valser kunnen glimlachen. 'Nee, integendeel. Dit is een buitengewoon gewelddadige stad en als uw mannen voor moeilijkheden zorgen, gaan zonder pardon hun koppen eraf.

careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...

As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

In the ancient world the king stood between the divine and human realms mediating the power of the deity in his city and beyond. He communed with the gods, was privy to their councils, and enjoyed their favor and protection. He was responsible for maintaining justice, for leading in battle, for initiating and accomplishing public building projects from canals to walls to temples, and had ultimate responsibility for the ongoing performance of the cult.

New York had taught me about hard stone, narrowness, and gray shadow.

The frequency of the warnings and the continued abstinence of Mr. B with respect to Hiroshima had made its citizens jittery; a rumor was going around that the Americans were saving something special for the city.

This is not to say there are not Chicagoans . But I would suggest that they are a nomadic people, whose lost home exists only in their minds, and in the glowing crystal memory cells they all carry in the palms of their hands: a great idea of a second city, lit with life and love, reasonable drink prices at cool bars, and, of course, blocks and blocks of bright and devastating fire.

In the baby's room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

He and Marie wandered through a square

The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.

According to Robert S. McNamara, former president of the World Bank, without firm action to further reduce the population growth rate, world population will not stabilize below eleven billion. "At the national level," states McNamara, "rapid population growth translates into a steadily worsening employment future, massive city growth, pressure on food supplies, degradation of the environment, an increase in the number of 'absolute poor,' and a stimulus to authoritarian government.

This is the bottom of the shit heap this city. They can keep their Boys From the Blackstuff and Derek Hatton. I'd die in a place like this after growing up in London. I mean, London's shit, but it's home and nothing like Liverpool. This city has to be the arsehole of England. I don't blame Yosser Hughes for nutting everything in sight. I'd have done the same.

No lo ví venir. Un momento antes: todo, ya sabes: Londres.

Allie wondered why New Yorkers seemed to think that leaning on a horn might help clear a traffic jam. Many of them thrived on noise, she supposed. Maybe some people adapted to noise and then craved it.

About seven hundred years ago, a pack of bandits arrived in central Italy, led by two brothers named Romulus and Remus. They despoiled the nearby peoples of land and women and set up their own little bandit state. At some point, Romulus established a fine old Roman tradition by murdering his brother. Had it been the other way around, I suppose we might now be living in a city named Reme.

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The city, a beast all its own: a beast of stone with iron teeth and a heart of hot meat, pulsing living blood through its arteries and avenues.

Matthew the Magician leaned against a wrought iron lampost on Forty-second Street, richly picking at the edges of his ten rings and listening to his city breathing into the warm September night.

She had long since stopped finding it ironic or eerie that the city at large paid no attention to a murder, whether the victim was a prominent citizen or a guttersnipe.