Quotes About City

Take a perfect day add six hours of rain and fog and you have instant London.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

When you walk 25-30 feet above ground, it is a miracle, because you are still in the city ... but you are flying above the city. You are in the middle of trees, and that is a moment of beauty.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - I love him best of all.

Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.

In New York, I like it when you can get bagels at 3 in the morning.

I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.

Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.

As a reader of fables, she must have recognized that I would need one of my own. . . . she knew a city would be the cure to the small life I had lived, the one I'd lost.

I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I will tear them into bits and throw them in the street. The streets of my city are full of dark holes. I will hide my songs in the holes of the streets.

I picked these last night. I want you to have them. - Th-thanks. What kind of flowers are these? They're pretty. - The flowers themselves aren't important. It would be better if the blossoms fell off right away. - What!? - They're poppies. When the petals fall off, you can cut the seed pods to make opium. Basically, these are the raw materials for heroin. If you sell that in the city, you should bring in an impressive amount of money.

The smell of death was thick in the city of V?r??as?. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

Every man's Paris is his own, with its own characteristics, and is in some respects at least unlike the Paris of any one else.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city. ? Siegfried Sassoon, Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man (Andesite Press, August 8, 2015)

In New York, the buildings are like mountains in some ways, but they are only alive because of the people living in them. Real mountains are alive all over.

and in a city, if you don't want to see anyone ever again, you can often dodge them indefinitely. Not so in Isle Madame. It didn't take long to see that privacy was not much valued here, and was not easy to obtain.

Old Molotov was asked if he dreamed about Stalin: "Not often but sometimes. The circumstances are very unusual. I'm in some sort of destroyed city and I can't find a way out. Afterwards, I meet HIM..."1

Jerusalem is the house of the one God, the capital of two peoples, the temple of three religions and she is the only city to exist twice - in heaven and on earth: the peerless grace of the terrestrial is as nothing to the glories of the celestial.

He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.

I live in Rome where people sit by fountains and kiss. The sound of water is the sound of love rushing between them.

The city is the teacher of the man.