Quotes About City

To return to the city of one's birth always felt like retreat.

En stad är ingen stad utan en bokhandel (en variant ursprungligen från "Amerikanska gudar" av Neil Gaiman)

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks.

Los Angeles, he decided, was a profoundly stupid city, and he felt a palpable, if irrational, longing for all things Massachusetts.

En stad är ingen stad utan en bokhandel.

Victoria Park looks like every other inner-city park in every other city in Canada; a large and handsome memorial to the war dead surrounded by a square block of hard-tracked grass and benches where people can sit and look at statues of politicians or at flower beds planted with petunias and marigolds, the cheap and the hardy, downtown survivors.

In photographs taken from the sky, cities resembled circuit boards. It was no surprise, really, that there were sparky misfirings, dangerous connections. Even traffic, Alice concluded, set up a kind of static in the air, let loose vibrations and uncontainable agitation. Freighted with more than they could absorb, with city intentions, citizens moved in designs of inexplicable purpose.

Eating chestnuts is a sign of poverty. Because wheat bread is eaten in the city, chestnut bread is associated with the poor country table.

Off the main drag were streets that wound into the hills of Silverlake and the city officials who lived there and people who worked in the real Hollywood as prop builders, camera operators and the lowest of the low, the writers.

Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again.

Tutt'intorno a noi scorreva la città di Roma, splendida nella sua indifferenza, eternamente sicura di sé, felice di prendersi i nostri soldi e posare per una foto, ma senza avere alla fin fine bisogno di niente e di nessuno.

The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.

And then he would tell me a story about a city that had come from another world, a city that was, in ways he either could not explain or which I could not understand, sentient. The beings in this city had once been like us.

Stand your ground! Don't move! Don't panic! This is your city! This is your city!

Abram thought of a play on words. He said to Mikael, "It is no longer Babylon the great, the eternal city, but Babel, because there El Shaddai confused the language of all the earth. And from there El Shaddai dispersed them over the face of all the earth.

Enoch protested again, "How do I know you are telling the truth? I have never heard from Elohim before. How do I know I can trust him?" The angels knew the question was reasonable. Gabriel had prepared for it. "This very night, your city will be besieged and your king will die. When you, Enoch, son of Jared, are offered the opportunity to be king, know this: If you accept, you and all your family line will be executed to clear way for a new regime.

Uriel completed the prophecy. "If you choose to escape the city with your family, you will be protected by — well, yours truly." He could not pass up the opportunity for a touch of wit. Gabriel thought Uriel's wit lessened the urgency of their warning. He reiterated, "Do not accept the offer of kingship, Enoch. It will be deadly.

watched Jesus and the disciples. The brothers saw residents of the city that were standing around or near the visitors begin to tremble violently. The people could not control themselves. They fell to the ground howling and screaming as if in torment. But the voices were not their own, for the cries had an eerie, otherworldly presence to them. Evil spirits possessed the people. There were a dozen or more of the spirits, all belching out blasphemies and curses.

Jesus looked outside the city just to the east where a cliff was visible, rising up a couple hundred feet in the air. It was the destination of the fleeing demoniacs: the sacred grotto of Pan. Jesus turned to the disciples and said, "Men, it is time to storm the Gates of Hades.

all Washington could do was carry in his heart the gratitude he had for the sacrifices of his brave spies, which were no less meaningful for having been made in city streets and country back roads as on a battlefield.

BETRAYAL IN BOOTS On that same morning of September 23, three American militiamen, John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, and David Williams, were guarding the road in a kind of no-man's-land en route to the city.

Sometimes I come up here at night, even when I'm not fixing the clocks, just to look at the city. I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is one big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

Standing on the roof at night, beside the golden ship I look across the city and I dream a wild trip. The waves are high, the wind is strong, the moon is white and full. I smell the salt upon the sea, a strong magnetic pull. I shout into the endless dark, awaiting the reply: 'Away! Away' It says: 'Away! Now spread your wings and fly.

A volte la sera vengo qui anche se non devo regolare gli orologi, solo per guardare la città. Mi piace immaginare che il mondo sia un unico grande meccanismo. Sai, le macchine non hanno pezzi in più. Hanno esattamente il numero e il tipo di pezzi che servono. Così io penso che se il mondo è una grande macchina, io devo essere qui per qualche motivo. E anche tu.