Quotes About City

We must be grateful that the Senate appreciates gold. The senators think only about new horses and slaves, but they were never poor as much as I've been poor. I appreciate gold only because of what it brings to me and this is where it's placed me - on this stairs, with the largest city in the world behind me.

I say you are tribeless wanderers, without marks of rank or blood,' Khasar said. 'Don't leave your posts while I am gone. I am going to ride into the city over your bodies.

Louisville, an hour after dark, is a carpet of gilt thumbtacks below them, with straight, twinkling lines like strings of beads leading out from it. Southeastward now, toward the Tennessee state-line. ("Jane Brown's Body")

That air of electric tension, of a great city on the edge of an abyss, is more noticeable than ever at the White Russian cabaret called, not inappropriately, "New York." You wouldn't know you were in China. An almond-eyed platinum-blonde has just finished wailing, with a Mott Street accent, "You're gonna lose your gal." ("Jane Brown's Body")

The big weekend rush is on. The big city emptying itself out at once. Just a skeleton crew left to keep it going until Monday morning. Everybody getting out - everybody but me, everybody but those who are coming here for me tonight. We're going to have the whole damned town to ourselves. ("New York Blues")

New York. The world's most dramatic city. Like a permanent short circuit, sputtering and sparking up into the night sky all night long. No place like it for living. And probably no place like it for dying. ("New York Blues")

It was a brave city, she decided, eyeing them. Brave in its other sense; not courageous, so much as outstanding, commanding. It was too nice a town to die in. Though it had no honeysuckle vines and no balconies and no guitars, it was meant for love. For living and for love, and the two were inseparable; one didn't come without the other. ("Too Nice A Day To Die")

La città non è una giungla d'asfalto, come è stato detto; è uno zoo umano».

When I enter that beautiful city, And the saints all around me appear, I hope that someone will tell me: it was you who invited me here.

It's our goddamed city! It's our goddamed country. No terrorist can take it from us for so long as we're free. Once we're not free, the terrorists win! Take it back! You're young enough and stupid enough not to know that you can't possibly win, so you're the only ones who can lead us to victory! Take it back!

Jewish proverb, Ne Habites in urbe ubi caput urbis est Medicus:

Ubi praeses fuerit Philosophus, ibi Civitas exit Foelix

Live your life in any way, London says. It encourages defiance. I loved what it gave me, who it allowed me to be.

Living history is thrilling, especially in an eloquent city, in a talkative town, in a place where people fought to get here, fought to stay here, fought to get out.

I do love to walk around in New York because people will notice me, smile, but they never bother anyone. New Yorkers are very cool. I love New York.

Ayer a la noche en la soledad habitada de la ciudad moribunda volví a amarte con la furia inmoderada de los deseos reprimidos y otra vez fui joven otra vez fui poderosa violenta ávida nocturna exaltada milagrera lírica obscena

Rain brings us together in one of the last untamed encounters with nature that we experience routinely, able to turn the suburbs and even the city wild. Huddled with our fellow humans under construction scaffolding to escape a deluge, we are bound in the memory and mystery of exhilarating, confounding, life-giving rain.

She ate up London and spat it out, and now she's recharging her batteries in Bursford before going back into the fray,' Jack said.

He took them to London on New Year's Eve, while Brian went by train. Like the rest of the boys, Neil had never been to London.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

Looks Like Tacoma Down There

Next year when I take my holiday I shall certainly fly——" "But not to Rome," said Roger hastily. "No, not to Rome," agreed Aunt Beatrice. "I have a feeling I should like to visit Copenhagen. It is a very beautiful city I am told." Roger could not help smiling. He wondered whether he should begin to study Danish—just in case.

Because if you walk in a city you're jostled by hundreds of indifferent people with indifferent eyes that look at you as if you weren't there at all. You begin to feel you must be invisible. Hundreds and thousands of eyes, and not one pair really seeing you or caring who you are. I'd rather walk down Beilford High Street and know that everybody was saying, 'There goes the mad painter!' It's better to be mad than invisible." She

Loneliness is inside a person . . . It is possible to be lonely in a big city. If a person is contented and has enough work to do he will not feel lonely amongst the hills.