Quotes About City

It was early spring, 326 BC, in the beautiful city of Chersonesus protected by a haunting deep blue sea and a giant wall. Today was the second day of the Festival of Dionysus.

Florence imagined the Hammer and Sickle metallurgical plant to be an enormous brick factory like the ones in New York. But as she approached she saw it was in fact a small city of its own

In New York you've got to have all the luck.

When the armies of the prophet entered Jerusalem not a single person was killed because of his faith. When the crusaders entered the city, centuries later, not a Moslem man, woman, or child was spared.

Nation-states like war; city-states like commerce; families like stability; and individuals like entertainment

Montaigne also detected the agency problem, or why the last thing a doctor needs is for you to be healthy: "No doctor derives pleasure from the health of his friends, wrote the ancient Greek satirist, no soldier from the peace of his city, etc." (Nul médecin ne prent plaisir à la santé de ses amis mesmes, dit l'ancien Comique Grec, ny soldat à la paix de sa ville: ainsi du reste.)

Paris has always seemed ... the only city where you can live and express yourself as you please.

Air that had not been breathed once and again! air that had not been spoken into words of falsehood, formality, and error, like all the air of the dusky city!

Her name was Annie, and she, too, owned a dog. She said that Alexandria was "the most dog-friendly city in America." There were so many dog day-care centers in town that people asked each other, "So where does your dog go to school?

You know, he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

Ant swarming City City full of dreams Where in broad day the specter tugs your sleeve

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

as I walked through the modern Carrousel.° The old Paris is gone. A town's complexion, like human hearts, never stays put at all.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked the heart away.

The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios … We were all in it together.

am not a complete person—I'm a stunted city person. I am more or less a failed drizzling shit with absolutely nothing to offer." "Christ," she said, "don't you think I know that?" She

9:09 in the morning, the taste of liquor and cigarettes, no police, no lovers, walking the streets, this poem, this city, closing its doors, barricaded, almost empty, mournful without tears, aging without pity, the hardrock mountains, the ocean like a lavender flame, a moon destitute of greatness, a small music from broken windows… a poem is a city, a poem is a nation, a poem is the world…

a autoestrada é um circo de emoções baratas e mesquinhas, é a humanidade em movimento [...] as autoestradas são uma lição sobre aquilo em que nos transformamos e os acidentes e as mortes são na maioria uma colisão de seres incompletos, de vidas lamentáveis e dementes. quando dirijo pelas autoestradas eu vejo a alma da humanidade da minha cidade e ela é feia, feia, feia: os vivos sufocaram o coração de vez.

We are all trapped by a singular fate, nobody ever finds the one, the city dumps fill, the junkyards fill, the madhouses fill, the hospitals fill, the graveyards fill, nothing else fills

Cahokia, biggest of all, was preeminent from about 950 to about 1250 A.D. It was an anomaly: the greatest city north of the Río Grande, it was also the only city north of the Río Grande.