Quotes About City

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.

Some parents live more like reclusive monks than like first-century Christians who were famous for their love for and service within their cities, cities that in many cases were more overtly wicked than cities found in modern-day America.

I came here because the city has a tradition and is a very respected food city.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

Quando elevar a voz, seja em nome do céu, da cidade ou de outros pretextos, afaste-se dele: sátiro de nossa solidão, não perdoa que vivamos aquém de suas verdades e de seus arrebatamentos; quer fazer-nos compartilhar de sua histeria, de seu bem, impô-la a nós e desfigurar-nos.

In a metropolis as in a hamlet, what we still love best is to watch the fall of one of our kind.

Something like lust, something like hatred, seems to hover in the air along the country roads, shifting like mist or steam, but always there, gripping the city streets like fog, making every corner a dangerous corner.

In any of the world's cities, on a winter night, a boy can be bought for the price of a beer and the promise of warm blankets.

The city was a vast and stationary carousel, forever boarded by millions of would-be passengers who took their seats, waited and then dismounted.

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.

This town breathes in all the universes that people in this city have in their heads

A lot of people think that scuttling around stencilling images onto buildings in the middle of the night is the action of a sad, frustrated individual who can't get attention or recognition any other way. They might be right, but I've done gallery shows and, if you've been hitting on people with all sorts of images in all sorts of places, they're a real step backwards, painting the streets means becoming an actual part of the city. It's not a spectator sport.

Graffiti ultimately wins out over proper art because it becomes part of your city, it' s a tool; "I'll meet you in that pub, you know, the one opposite that wall with a picture of a monkey holding a chainsaw". I mean, how much more useful can a painting be than that?

So while an incredible amount of progress has been made, on this fifth anniversary, I wanted to come here and tell the people of this city directly: My administration is going to stand with you - and fight alongside you - until the job is done. Until New Orleans is all the way back, all the way.

We did take the city away from the lowest level, and if the next level is sickening, the task is of a higher order.

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.

Hierosolyma est Perdita

Coral Gables was successful from the start.

In addition, when a neighborhood's crime victims are portrayed as victims-sympathetically and without blame, as humans rather than as statistics-people living in other parts of the city are more inclined to support social services for the area, which in turn can reduce the crime rate.

O night! O refreshing dark! for me you are the summons to an inner feast, you are the deliverer from anguish! In the solitude of the plains, in the stony labyrinths of a city, scintillation of stars, outburst of gaslamps, you are the fireworks of the goddess Liberty!

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