Quotes About City

We parked in one of those underground garages that charges a kidney and both retinas for two hours,

New York City is a good place to come to forget your misery. So many people, so many ages and races and stories. Virtually everyone had had, was currently nursing or would have a broken heart. There were a thousand stories worse than mine.

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there's a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there's a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be. All along the Seine, street lamps come on, apartment windows turn golden. "It's seven," Julien says, and I realize that he has been keeping time all along, waiting. He is so American. No sitting idle, forgetting oneself, not for this young man of mine.

The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city.

The city gate opened when she and Harper reached the causeway. Her mind barely registered the new walls and the number of soldiers lining the ramparts who were cheering them. Oh, don't, she wanted to tell them. We have lost so much.

Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.

But the autonomy or self-government of the community cannot exist without the autonomy of the factory, the school, and the city, of every form of social life.

La vita è triste, tra quei grattacieli, con tutte quelle straordinarie comodità, e gli ascensori, le porte girevoli, la metropolitana, e sempre case e palazzi e strade, e mai un po' di terra. Viene la malinconia.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

Right now, we as a team and myself, we set a standard, we kind of teased the city of New York a little bit. Because now everybody expects us to play at this level, this high level, that's where we hold ourselves accountable and push ourselves in this offseason to come back and be at that level or even better.

The young Efrainite poets got around the city on foot, or by bus ...Some of the Efrainites were belligerent and used to turn up at literary events to jeer, pass judgment ...

Mezcla de vidas, de calidades, de gustos, eso era la calle de Aribau. Yo misma: un elemento más, pequeño y perdido en ella.

I always thought of my city as a woman. But the house, it turned out, was a woman too. When the quake hit, she groaned. Her timbers strained to hold on to their pins, the pins snapping. And the rocks beneath the house? They had voices too. And if I ever wondered how long it would take for the world to end, I know: forty-five seconds.

Manhattan, When I Was Young

Quando eu vou na cidade tenha a impressão que estou no paraizo. Acho sublime ver aquelas mulheres e crianças tão bem vestidas. Tão diferentes da favela. As casas com seus vasos de flores e cores variadas. Aquelas paisagens há de encantar os olhos dos visitantes de São Paulo, que ignoram que a cidade mais afamada da America do Sul está enferma. Com as suas ulceras. As favelas.

Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles." "Frank Lloyd Wright said that.

It's June and the city is ripe with meaningless fecal heat. It will be a different kind of hot in LA, the kind that made the Beach Boys all tan and giddy, a heat that doesn't harass you in the shade.

cold city girls—their hearts are hard and pale

Finally, it was the city that held us, the city they said had no center, that all of us had come to from all over America because this was the place to find dreams and pleasure and love. I noticed--looking at headlines--that some cities emptied and some didn't. Ours didn't, not completely.

it is real, all of it, he thought, the wars, the intrigues, the great bloody game, and me in the center of it... me, the dwarf, the monster, the one they scorned and laughed at, but now i hold it all, the power, the city, the girl. this was what i was made for, and gods forgive me, but i do love it... and her. and her." (tyrion lannister)

One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya.

A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust.

If I fight, they must do the same, or they are less than dwarfs. "You won't hear me shout out Joffrey's name," he told them. "You won't hear me yell for Casterly Rock either. This is your city Stannis means to sack, and that's your gate he's bringing down. So come with me and kill the son of a bitch!