Quotes About City

A European war! Millions of lives! Often I had been astonished by my friend's amazing powers, but never had I seen him infer so much on the basis of so little. And, great heavens, what if it should prove true? I do not know how Freud passed that night, but my dreams surpassed my waking fears. The gay and colourful city of Johann Strauss was no longer revolving to the stately strains of his waltzes, but swirling to the shriek of a terrible nightmare.

Sometimes I feel like this whole city is one vast organism. It's like a human being that we're all part of. But we're restricted by the roads, by the waterways, by the tunnels, the trains. It's like our paths are all laid out for us, and there's no way of deviating from them. That's what makes that cat different from us.

the buildings of the city blossoming and withering like flowers from the swamps of Edo

England is my city

If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters.

Notable for being light on applause, whoopin', hollerin' and standing ovations, Japanese concerts generally start at six in the evening. The reason for this, we're told, is that public transport stops early, people live outside the city and it is too difficult for them to make two journeys.

Urban man lives only in dreaming.

In Atlanta at one o'clock on a Thursday morning I would have had downtown to myself, but Seattle's center flickered with flashes of restless, contradictory life.

I wandered, paying no particular attention, just absorbing the city through the soles of my shoes and the taste on my tongue.

The pessimists prophesy a future of rubble, but the optimistic prophets are even more horrifying when they proclaim the future city where baseness and boredom dwell, in intact beehives.

The anonymity of the modern city is as intolerable as the familiarity of modern customs. Life should resemble a salon of people with good manners, where all know each other but where none hug each other.

In cities the old are more corrupt than the young.

Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief. -- About Paris

Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief.

But, along with the street lamp, everything breathes deceit. It lies all the time, this Nevsky Prospect, but most of all at the time when night heaves its dense mass upon it and sets off the white and pale yellow walls of the houses, when the whole city turns into a rumbling and brilliance, myriads of carriages tumble from the bridges, postillions shout and bounce on their horses, and the devil himself lights the lamps only so as to show everything not as it really looks.

Yet the important person, perfectly satisfied, incidentally, with domestic family tendernesses, found it suitable to have a lady for friendly relations in another part of the city. This lady friend was no whit better or younger than his wife; but there exist such riddles in the world, and it is not our business to judge of them.

Los Angeles is a city that appears to have been built to satisfy somebody's desire for a cigarette.

The woods and mountains opened her eyes to the beauty of Nature, and the teenaged city girl marvelled at views that Isabel regarded as commonplace. At the beginning of Mary's sojourn she was inclined to take a book to a rustic place with a view, then spend hours there alone, reading, brooding and daydreaming. But she soon learned that woods and mountains were made for hiking, and thereafter she rarely took a book with her on her daily excursions into the outdoors.

Washington? A city of Southern efficiency and Northern charm.

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

What was costly was not the shot but coming back without good pictures to choose from. The light was perfect, orange gray, casting long shadows. The city seemed to reveal more the darker it got.

Chicago was a town where nobody could forget how the money was made. It was picked up from floors still slippery with blood.

The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

Nature is a petrified magic city.