Quotes About City

Wrestling fans are usually pretty passionate, but Philly is one of the cities that takes that to a different level.

Not only does the proportion of the poor increase with the growth of the city, but their condition becomes more wretched.

I love Chicago. I love Wrigley Field.

I lived in an apartment near Wrigley Field.

Turin is a city which entices a writer towards vigor, linearity, style. It encourages logic, and through logic it opens the way towards madness.

I feel like, genre-wise, the walls are coming down in Nashville. There are so many writers who have moved to town from all walks of life. There's this immense respect for country, but there are pop songwriters, R&B. Nashville has become sort of this go-to writing city for every genre.

Then, abrupt and decisive, the Emerald City rose before them. A city of insistence, of blanket declaration. It made no sense, clotting up the horizon, sprouting like a mirage on the characterless plains of central Oz. Glinda hated it from the moment she saw it. Brash upstart of a city.

Desiderava al tempo stesso morire e vivere a Parigi.

Elle souhaitait à la fois mourir et habiter Paris.

Badaud. Tous les Parisiens sont des badauds quoique sur dix habitants de Paris il y ait neuf provinciaux. À Paris on ne travaille pas.

Elle avait envie de faire des voyages ou de retourner vivre à son couvent. Elle souhaitait à la fois mourir et habiter Paris.

Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d'une mousse de glace; et l'on n'entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la ville calme et ensevelie sous l'hiver, que ce froissement vague, innommable et flottant de la neige qui tombe, plutôt sensation que bruit , entremêlement d'atomes légers qui semblaient emplir l'espace, couvrir le monde.

Il revoyait en souvenir la jolie cité claire, dégringolant, comme une cascade de maisons plates, du haut de sa montagne dans la mer, mais il ne trouvait plus un mot pour exprimer ce qu'il avait vu, ce qu'il avait senti.

Pero cuando el sol desciende, una confusa alegría invade todo mi cuerpo. Me despierto, me animo. A medida que crece la sombra me siento distinto, más joven, más fuerte, más activo, más feliz. La veo espesarse, dulce sombra caída del cielo: ahoga la ciudad como una ola inaprensible e impenetrable, oculta, borra, destruye los colores, las formas; oprime las casas, los seres, los monumentos, con su tacto imperceptible.

Build an entire city in order to make love there with only one girl for few days.

The king of the opium trade, however, was Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, whose name is ubiquitous in the city's public spaces. Few remember that the man whose name graces the famous art school Sir J. J. School of Art and the popular Sir J. J. Hospital earned his exalted place through drug trafficking.

There is also the fact that, unlike China, India is a democracy. Thus, Mumbai's robust activism functions as a brake on the drive to impose from above the fantasy of a global city.

I am a walking, talking Bombay. … I loved that city then and I love it today.

New York: A third-rate Babylon.

Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse.

He talked of his dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making me see with terrible vividness the damp Cyclopean city of slimy green stone—whose geometry, he oddly said, was all wrong—and hear with frightened expectancy the ceaseless, half-mental calling from underground: "Cthulhu fhtagn", "Cthulhu fhtagn".

Of the name and abode of this man but little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to know that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, and that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not on the fields and groves but on a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. —Azathoth from Dagon and Other Macabre Tales

Johansen, thank God, did not know quite all, even though he saw the city and the Thing, but I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to the sun and air.

The effect was that of a Cyclopean city of no architecture known to man or to human imagination, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying monstrous perversions of geometrical laws and attaining the most grotesque extremes of sinister bizarrerie.