Quotes About City

more than half of all houses in Mexico City are located in unhealthy, unsafe areas.

most chilangos (Mexico City inhabitants) will die slow deaths from diseases related to long-term exposure to their environment. Which is just another way of saying that living in Mexico City long enough will kill you.

more than any act of God it is human activity (corruption, greed, exploitation) that continues to provoke the greatest disasters in Mexico City.

Mexico City has been ranked amongst the worst cities in the world in terms of urban planning,

Berlin vereint die Nachteile einer amerikanischen Großstadt mit denen einer deutschen Provinzstadt.

New York City, city of exaggerations. Place of Herculean ascensions and perilous falls.

A lot of people say they want to leave this city to go somewhere else. Not me. I love this place for what it is. Ugly and pretty. Rough and tender. Chaotic and smooth. Loving and murderous. All of it.

What has been taken from you, it is this that owns you, and you, shell of all joy, must walk through this city as beautiful as the last summer flowers.

KREMLIN in your language means fortress inside a city, but most people don't know this.

City governments ought to be abolished, if only as a public health measure.

Messenger boys zipped by on delivery bikes

Katherine, for her part, understood that New York could be the loneliest place in the world and she told people she wanted to be "fun to be around.

I was doing these performance art pop music pieces in the city. And they were a bit on the eccentric side I suppose. So people started to call me Gaga after the Queen song 'Radio Gaga.'

It was a communion of pain, and no one in the city could pretend not to have heard it. The women had made witnesses of us, even those of us who had chosen to close our eyes. •

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.

On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.

Inside a dream. Within a lost city. In the shadow of an angel. At the brink of calamity.

The tattered lace of darkness still hung over the city, as if night were a grim bride trudging to the horizon, trailing her shadowy train.

I've never liked to call it that," cut in Thyon—softly, like a confession. "It's bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.

Fairy-tale city. From the air, red rooftops hug a kink in a dark river, and by night the forested hills appear as spans of black nothing against the dazzle of the lit castle, the spiking Gothic towers, the domes great and small. The river captures all the lights and teases them out, long and wavering, and the side-slashing rain blurs it all to a dream. This was Akiva's first sight of Prague;

His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it—a city that had vanished in the mists of time.

On the riverfront thoroughfare, trams and buses roared past, grounding the day in the twenty-first century, but on the quieter lanes, the wintry peace might have hailed from another time.

Ziri nunca había oído nada parecido a esa historia de rastro de mapas del tesoro. Excepto, quizás, la historia del ángel que había entrado disfrazado en la ciudad con barrotes del enemigo para bailar con su dama.