Quotes About City

What did John have in mind in referring to that "great city"? Tonight's broadcast news will use phrases like this: "Washington strongly reacted today to Moscow's invasion of Georgia…," or "London today took sharp exception to the bombing in Jerusalem…" Nations are frequently referred to, particularly by other countries, by the name of their capital city or a leading prominent city.

despite having a thriving gay prostitution scene, Damascus is unlike just about every other Middle Eastern city I have visited in not having any adolescent rent boys.

The invitation to rot obliviously, to die without feeling it, to grow old looking young, is everywhere in this glorious, sunny, multi-colored city.

It isn't like the rest of the country — it is like a nation itself — more tolerant than the rest in a curious way. Littleness gets swallowed up here. All the viciousness that makes other cities vicious is sucked up and absorbed in New York.

The Roman emperor, Augustus famously boasted that he had inherited a city of brick and was leaving one of marble.

Smith was the ultimate New Yorker, the ideal candidate for the job of president of the building that would become the very icon of the city. The city was in his bones. He could point out every landmark in town and talk affectionately and knowledgeably about the city and its people.

Two of their most famous designs, the Main Branch of the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue between Fortieth and Forty-second Streets, and the long-demolished New Theater (aka, the Century) on Central Park West between Sixty-second and Sixty-third Streets, were two of the city's greatest manifestations of the Beaux Arts.

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

I had thought Chicago was inevitable, like diarrhea.

I would never want to live anywhere but Baltimore. You can look far and wide, but you'll never discover a stranger city with such extreme style. It's as if every eccentric in the South decided to move north, ran out of gas in Baltimore, and decided to stay.

That is what New York teaches: beginnings and endings; how to start a scene, and how to escape it.

A rose-red city half as old as time.

He felt that wherever he lived, and wherever he would live hereafter, he was leaving the city more and more, withdrawing into the wilderness.

Nicolaus of Damascus to Strabo of Amasia: My dear old friend, you have been eminently correct in your descriptions and enthusiasms over the years – this is the most extraordinary of cities in the most extraordinary of times.

Heaven is a good place. I long to be there and behold my lovely Jesus, who gave His life for me, and be changed into His glorious image. Oh, for language to express the glory of the bright world to come! I thirst for the living streams that make glad the city of our God.—The Adventist Home, pp. 542, 543.

It was not for Halliday to judge another's personal relationships: everyone in the city was strange, if you looked deeply enough.

The place smelled male, not the metal-and-soap maleness of a locker room nor the malt-and-sawdust maleness of an old-time corner saloon, but the leather-and-oiled-wood maleness of a city club, as finished and self-consistent as the ash of a fine cigar. At sight of the skirted figure stalking him, the sole visible attendant took refuge behind a showcase; surely a giraffe, were it a male one, would have startled him less.

I start really missing London when I go away. I have a little flat, but very central. I live above a pub and you'd think it'd be a nightmare, but I like hearing the music and it's quite comforting.

The last time I see Paris will be on the day I die. The city was inexhaustible, and so is its memory.

A city one loves exists at no matter what distance, and its symphony is sometimes heard more clearly when one is away, as the music of an orchestra is more lucid to an audience that it sounds to the performers on the stage.

When I was nine, in the city now called Kyoto, I changed my fate. I walked into the shrine through the red arch and struck the bell. I bowed twice. I clapped twice. I whispered to the foreign goddess and bowed again. And then I heard the shouts and the fire. What I asked for? Any life but this one.

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

Son muchos los Nueva Yores que hay en Nueva York. Como muchos los amores que hay en el amor, que dijo Eça De Queirós.

viejo aeropuerto de Barajas a la ciudad en un día de otoño.