Quotes About City

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women,If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

It's the same as the city, Sarah knows, the same hierarchy of power, beginning with the blocs in the orbits and ending with people who might as well be the fieldmice in front of the blades of the harvester, pointless, countless lives in the path of a structure that can't be stopped. She feels the anger coiling around her like armor. The chance to rest, she thinks, was nice enough while it lasted. But right now another fragment of time must be survived.

I've been told my old city possesses a 'thriving arts scene,' whatever that is; personally, I think artists should lie low and stick to their work, not line-dance through the parks.

I could hear it from far away, that sound which only very big cities can produce: a sound consisting of all sounds rolled into one: the hum of voices and the cries of animals, bells ringing and the chink of coins, children's laughter and hammers beating metal, knives and forks clattering and a thousand doors slamming - the grandiose sound of life, of birth and death, itself.

In any other American city this size, the road would have been paved. But in Santa Fe, raw earth is as chic as raw fish. The wealthier locals like it especially in the winter, when they can hop into their four-wheel-drive vehicles and feel like cowboys as they go whizzing down the mudslides into town.

walk on the inside away from the curb / no public displays of affection / when you call, let the phone ring twice / hang up and then dial again

it was easy to forget that Washington was just another glum city of government, like Albany or Sacramento, legislators and lobbyists and bureaucrats and their clerks working and reworking the sodden language of government in order to distribute the spoils.

When the shows begin in Milan for the season, every woman and girl in modeling heads there, along with every woman and girl who's ever dreamed of becoming a model. Suddenly the city is mobbed by extremely tall mutant women, running everywhere like ants.

The wonderful thing about this city is when you get tired you can always lean against it.

You people don't know what the truth is! It's there, just under their bullshit, but you never look! That's what I hate most about this fucking city-- LIES ARE NEWS AND TRUTH IS OBSOLETE!

The renowned and antient city of Gotham.

Thus it happens that your true dull minds are generally preferred for public employ, and especially promoted to city honors; your keen intellects, like razors, being considered too sharp for common service. I

Cumming unexpectedly drpped in to show me a meerschaum pipe he had won in raffle in the City, and told me to handle it carefully, as it would spoil the colouring if the hand was moist.

Somehow she'd clabbered together a series of student loans to get her undergraduate degree at Boston College. Her graduation gift to herself was a new name and a new city.

O source of equity and rest... Disturb our negligence and chill, Convict our pride of its offence In all things, even penitence, Instruct us in the civil art Of making from the muddled heart A desert and a city where The thoughts that have to labor there May find locality and peace, And pent-up feelings their release, Send strength sufficient for our day, And point our knowledge on its way.

Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens. Where is she that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars? Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city. A city taken by storm, where none are left but the slain.

Would it not be downright cruel to keep him in semi-captivity in a town or city, where the opportunities for wreaking havoc and destruction upon the landscape are necessarily so limited? In a word, is it right to attract Wombats?

And then, build a bustling wonderful city of the 21st century, with a restoration of a spectacular skyline, which Manhattan, of course, needs. So, that is really the design as a whole.

San Francisco in 1890 might have seemed barely more saloon-sodden than that, reporting one for every 96 residents—but this was a measure only of the city's 3,000 licensed establishments, while less restrictive estimates threw in an additional 2,000 unlicensed places.

Time and Fortune, a columnist wrote, "We wonder if there will ever be any building again." Sixty-four percent of the city's construction workers were unemployed.

In giro per la città si trasforma nell'instancabile doppio della grande epistola pubblicitaria... FORD, BANCA POPOLARE, COCA-COLA, le parole gli cadono dal cielo, le loro sillabe colorate gli esplodono in bocca. Non una sola marca di detersivo resiste alla sua passione per la decifrazione. «'La-va-più-bian-co', cosa vuol dire 'lavapiùbianco?» Poiché è giunta l'ora delle domande cruciali.

As I wandered the streets in a desolate funk, I would ask myself the impossible, the embarrassing, the ultimate childish question of Why? - Why this city? Why this life? Why anything? Of course I knew that "why" was a question you were supposed to stop asking around the age of ten but I couldn't free myself from it.

England is my home. London is my home. New York feels like, if I have to spend a year living in an unfamiliar city, this is a pretty lovely one to spend a year in, but I will be going home at the end of it, certainly.