Quotes About City

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

Bien sûr, je ne conçois pas que des gens vivent à Paris pour leur plaisir.

Something about the countryside released the emotions that remained bottled in the city. Perhaps he wasn't just sad for the plight of these friends, perhaps it was a global, all-encompassing sadness that included this whole country, and the hopelessness of life, and the fact that there would never really be peace in the world because man was intrinsically stupid.

While looking thus, his [Nero] glance rested on the Apostle [Peter] standing on the stone. For a while those two men looked at each other. It occurred to no one in that brilliant retinue, and to no one in that immense throng, that at that moment two powers of the earth were looking at each other, one of which would vanish quickly as a bloody dream, and the other, dressed in simple garments, would seize in eternal possession the world and the city.

The people must fight on behalf of the law as though for the city wall.

One day if I do go to heaven...I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.

Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there?

The number of foggy days over the city is never reported, reportedly. But take it from me— there's enough to satisfy everyone, and dissatisfy somebody.

[On an architectural design by Santiago Calatrava:] A city is never more fully human than when expertise—our own or someone else's—allows us access to ebullience, lightness and delight.

Today's gentleman is yesterday's upstart. But behind these shifting characters there is a constant presence: the financier. Investing, lending, borrowing and, more widely, the efficient administration of capital is what sustained the city at each of those periods, regardless of what was being produced and sold.

I am a financier in a city ruled by financiers. My father was a financier in a city ruled by industrialists.

At that hour the moon is almost entirely eaten away; it doesn't know where to go after reaching the city. The sky has to loosen its grip on the earth as day begins to break. The streets run steeply up and down, and the streetcars travel back and forth like rooms ablaze with light.

A cidade está impregnada de vazio. Um carro atropela meus olhos com suas luzes. O condutor foge, pois é difícil me ver na escuridão.

Os varredores de rua estão trabalhando. Eles varrem as lâmpadas, varrem as ruas para fora da cidade, varrem o morar das casas, me varrem os pensamentos da cabeça, me varrem de uma perna para outra, me varrem os passos do andar.

God knows," Charpentier said, "I like the present scheme of things very little, but I dread to think what will happen if the conduct of reform falls into hands like yours." "Reform?" Camille said. "I'm not talking about reform. The city will explode this summer.

Then the patriots will have de facto control of the city.' Gabrielle: 'What does de facto mean?' 'It means they'll do it now and make it legal later,' Lucile

The king squeezes his shoulder. There is a new magic in the royal touch. It transmits a vision, a vision of what England could be. You imagine the city of London in the days when prophets walk its streets, when angels cluster on gable ends; you look up as you leave your house, hearing their strong wingbeats in the air.

I'd look on as old men walked down city streets arm in arm with their wives. I would watch babies resting on their mothers' bellies in patches of grass and sunlight in Central Park. I would watch cigarette-smoking teenagers glittering with meanness and youth, whispering and laughing as they shopped on lower Broadway. These exchanges of intimacy were all the same to me because they excluded me [...]

Politicians for own profit call for Bandh of entire city and state. #anshmovie

In New York City, you can walk down the street and see a girl in a trench who looks equally as cool as a girl wearing Lululemon. It's like you're watching models. You see a little of everything right by you.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.

I'm not entirely sure what my end goal is, but I'd love to get involved in city politics and broadcast TV.

Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan whose face and heart and mind-boggling morals they know: "They" are the lovers of Paris.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c'est, ô Parisiens?