Quotes About City

Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.

a fine way to capture a piece of the magic of a unique city. The drama, the charm and the beauty of Hong Kong is all here-just as is its breathless energy.

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

Bagdad-on-the-Subway.

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.

??te ?ehirlerin katlar? birbirine kar???yor, i?te arkeolog-kar?ncalar! Her ?eyi yerli yerine yerle?tiriyorlar, i?te onlar?n sayesinde her ?ey Birdenbire anlam kazan?yor: Dört ta? bir ?ehir, yirmi iki kupon bedava bir apartman kat? oluyor, i?te yer levhalar?, i?te Yunanca, Latince ve bizim dilce.

The stars are free." She shrugs. "I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

I'd rather have the city lights back myself, the sooner the better. But we can afford the stars.

City lights," she says. "Lights, progress, growth

The city hung on him, weighed him down with stone on all sides; it clung to him with the tar of dozens of eyes he could see, and hundreds more he couldn't. Lord, how much easier things were in the forest.

that was the summer they were all afraid the Russians would take Mariupol, that's all anyone could talk about, that boring grey industrial city that never had anything going for it except its location on the seashore

Efter midnat, naar epidemien har sejret totalt, og byen med alle sine senge er de søvnsyges hospital, Der kan leves i disse timer inden morgengryet, men ingen tænker på det, alle sover.

She goes, for example, to Chistye Prudy, changes from Sokolnicheskaya to Kaluzhsko-Rizhskaya, and goes to Medvedkovo and then back to the other side of the city.

Don't they have men child psychologists in this city? Or have women established some kind of monopoly on children?

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.

When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favourite promontories

To tell the truth, when I first came to the city, I was afraid to board a streetcar because of the conductor; I was afraid to enter the Kabuki Theatre for fear of the usherettes standing along the sides of the red-carpeted staircase at the main entrance; I was afraid to go into a restaurant because I was intimidated by the waiters furtively hovering behind me waiting for my plate to be emptied.

I remembered Ben's words when I also entered that abomination of desolation—the eastern half of the city of labor. In the little cottage in the pine wood, even in the dreariness of winter and under the drag of poverty, there had been beauty—beauty in the white, smooth, glittering enow;

Agriculture and war, we feel, were the primary businesses of life, and it was to these that the Roman mind instinctively flew when it was casting about for some means of expressing a new abstract idea—of realizing the unknown in terms of the known. Not often could the warlike city afford to beat her swords into ploughshares, but she was constantly melting both implements into ideas.

Men said afterward that no blacker night had ever fallen...The wind roared through the city, ripping up slates, clawing at the houses until those within feared that not a wall would stand until morning. They thought they heard voices wailing high above the earth, and those who peered out swore that they saw terrible things as the north wind, the demon wind, bore southward the nightmares of a dying land.

They didn't come to crush the city. They came to crush the hubris of its king." "That must have hurt," Oates said. Umber pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hubris means arrogance, you great buffoon.

En lugar del padre nuestro, los ateos del D.F. amanecemos con la retahíla de: sálvame mano de esta pinche cloaca en que me metiste, protégeme de la bola de ojetes que quieren acabar con nosotros, sálvame de la ley y sus guardianes.

were to ask whether the writers recommend visiting Mexico City, the response would be both firm and passionate: "Yes, of course." Because this is the best city on the planet, in spite of itself.