Quotes About City

The housing stock along the broad Edinburgh Road was a linear map of a century of social housing, from scrubby squares of muddy grass around garden city dreams, to high-rise machines for living. Occasionally they passed a wall of undemolished tenements, the old housing design that had worked in the city for centuries.

Kay got off the bus at the Squinty Bridge and walked across the river to Broomielaw. A brisk wind streamed across the river from the broad plane of Govan, rising up the boom of the flats. Even in the deep doorway, it lifted the tail of her coat and blew her hair up over her ears. Cars passed quickly, anticipating the motorway five hundred yards away. Kay told herself that this was a mistake but she pressed the buzzer anyway.

To you, the fairy tale's a cheesy medium that builds physically unsound worlds that one eventually outgrows, and to me a fairy tale is city planning.

The city had grown larger and had changed in every way, had in fact become one of the civilized cities, bearing the contradictory characteristics of large cities in every way: in the absurd and the beautiful, and in its clamor and strange and extraordinary ways, where the new and the old merged, and where strangers, with their different customs, had multiplied, while it was in a state between opening out, disintegrating, conserving, and taking root.

Ma citation préférée qui décrit Boston, ma ville natale, est vraiment bien par grand écrivain Mark Twain, qui a dit "à Boston ils demandent, combien savent-t-il? à New York, combien vaut-il? à Philadelphie, qui étaient son parents? "ce est tellement vrai. qui plus est, boston est l'endroit où tout le monde connaît votre nom. acclamations à Boston, la plus belle ville en Amérique!

My favorite quote that describes Boston, my home town, really well is by great writer Mark Twain, who said "In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?" It's so true. What's more, Boston is the place where everybody knows your name. Cheers to Boston, the most wonderful city in America!

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city.

Fresno is an All America city and deserves real, honest, strong leadership and I pledge to the people of Fresno to be that kind of leader.

I'm a city girl and I never really lived in the country, so I'm learning about that.

Lowly, unpurposeful and random as they may appear, sidewalk contacts are the small change from which a city's wealth of public life may grow.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

But I was not a domesticated animals...The dirt and grit of a city, the unending wakefulness of it, the crowdedness, the constant light obscuring the stars, the omnipresent gasoline fumes, the thousand ways it presaged our destruction... none of these things appealed to me.

El cuarto punto del amilenarismo es que la Tierra Prometida es la Tierra nueva. Abraham no buscaba un pedazo de tierra que permaneciera bajo la maldición de la Caída; él buscaba una ciudad cuyo constructor y hacedor es Dios. No será hasta la nueva creación que el Abraham resucitado, con todos sus hijos glorificados, morará para siempre con Dios en la Tierra en perfecta paz.

What do I think of L.A.? It's boring, with some amazing nuggets. Like there are some parts of it that are great, but by and large I think it's quite boring.

AS IF TO COMPENSATE for the punitive winter, the city explodes with flowers overnight—making it, if only for a week or two, one of the most beautiful places on earth.

Plumes of white, pink, and purple blossoms offset the one hundred shades of green our little city is known for this time of year: lime, celery, and avocado, butter lettuce and kale, Granny Smith apple and broccoli and sage.

Once upon always and never again, in an ancient city by the sea, three sisters worked by candlelight.

But it was another girl, young and new to the city, fiddling with her keys.

That's how New York looked: like a gorgeous, easy thing to have, even for me.

You can't tell. That's something I'm learning here in N.Y.C: you have no fucking idea what people are really like. They're not even two-faced--they're, like, multiple personalities.

Behind the desk was nothing but view-the whole city flung out in front of us the way street vendors fling out their towels packed with cheap, glittery watches and belts. That's how New York looked: like gorgeous, easy thing to have, even for me.

I looked down at the city. Its extravagance felt wasteful, like gushing oil or some other precious thing Bennie was hoarding for himself, using it up so no one else could get any. I thought: if I had a view like this to look down on every day, I would have the energy and inspiration to conquer the world. The trouble is, when you most need such a view, no one gives it to you.

Don't get me wrong—I enjoy my real life, but I feel about it much the way I do about New York City, my chosen and adored home: I'm always happy to leave, and I'm always happy to come back.