Quotes About City

Arise, come, hasten, let us abandon the city to merchants, attorneys, brokers, usurers, tax-gatherers, scriveners, doctors, perfumers, butchers, cooks, bakers and tailors, alchemists, painters, mimes, dancers, lute-players, quacks, panderers, thieves, criminals, adulterers, parasites, foreigners, swindlers and jesters, gluttons who with scent alert catch the odor of the market place, for whom that is the only bliss, whose mouths are agape for that alone.

Like so many ancient cities, Perugia has long outgrown her early walls, and much of the new town is remorselessly ugly.

El alcalde tiene dos obligaciones que están por encima de cualquier otra: mantener la ciudad segura y gobernar de una manera claramente liberal y progresista. Perdido eso, la magia desaparecería.»

Parece que hoy toca hablar de Madrid. Madrid es una gran ciudad, o por lo menos una ciudad grande.

Obdurate, you say: We are darkness. We are the city whose brightness blots the stars from night

Look, architecture has a lot of places to hide behind, a lot of excuses. 'The client made me do this.' 'The city made me do this.' 'Oh, the budget.' I don't believe that anymore.

Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.

The primitive ideals of centralization are now largely self-defeating. Human crucifixion by vertically on the now static checkerboard of the old city is pattern already in agony; yet for lack of any organic planing it is going on and on--not living, but rather hanging by its eyebrows from its nervous system.

Gotham City. Clean shafts of concrete and snowy rooftops. The work of men who died generations ago. From here, it looks like an achievement. From here, you can't see the enemy.

One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes--I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.

I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab which is typical and not just of modern life

One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.

The most wonderful street in the universe is Broadway. It is a world within itself. High and low, rich and poor, pass along at a rate peculiar to New York, and positively bewildering to a stranger.

Imagine an alien spaceship lowering cameras to Earth. Each captures only a few square metres at a time. The first zooms in on the Kalahari desert. The second takes a snap of the Mongolian steppes. A third is lowered over Antarctica, and the fourth hovers over a city and films just a few square metres of grass and a dog peeing up against a tree. What impression would the aliens have? No sign of intelligent life, though primitive life-forms are sporadically present.

If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere,It's up to you, New York, New York.

Many of our discussions took place as we walked up and down the streets, sat on benches or stood in doorways taking shelter from the rain.

Byen var et uhyre, som uavbrutt fødte, oppløste og slukte nye mennesker.

God is not the possession of any religion. If anything, religion can be a path away from God. God cannot be bound up inside churches, synagogues, mosques, and temples. Those are just community centers where people gather to hang out with their friends. God is no more to be found in those places than he is in rock clubs or back-alley bars. God is in the wilderness, and God is in the city. Everywhere you go God is there. God walks with you. God is you, and God is the very act of walking.

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time ... I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me.

But so far, we've never been in a city long before we're running for our lives.

Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?

I thought I knew you," she snapped. "I thought you were a good man, down deep" Cett shook his head. "The good men are all dead, Allrianne. They died inside that city.

What I need to do," Wayne said, "is get the whole city drunk." "Or, you know, advocate workers' rights to bring down working hours, improve conditions, and meet a base minimum of pay.

Ten years was not enough. Stone should not crumble after just a decade of neglect. The filth should not have piled up so quickly—not with so few inhabitants, most of whom were incapacitated. It was as if Elantris were intent on dying, a city committing suicide.