Quotes About City

Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre, but on its shores gleamed and glared in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.

It was this big talk, not the persistent southwesterly breeze, that had prompted New York editor Charles Anderson Dana to nickname Chicago "the Windy City.

fair. Washington laid claim to the honor on grounds it was the center of government, New York because it was the center of everything. No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.

New York's perennial attraction was shopping.

During heavy rains, river water flowed in a greasy plume far out into Lake Michigan, to the towers that marked the intake pipes for the city's drinking water.

She tooled around the city in an electric car.

In a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. Paris was always worth it, and you received return for whatever you brought to it…

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

All of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, and there were no more tops to the high white houses as you walked but only the wet blackness of the street and the closed doors of the small shops, the herb sellers, the stationery and the newspaper shops, the midwife—second class—and the hotel where Verlaine had died where you had a room on the top floor where you worked.

It was always pleasant crossing bridges in Paris.

There never was another part of Paris that he loved like that

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor what ease it could be reached. It was always worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it.

It's odd how we prioritize the things the things that matter to us. We choose a career or job; we choose a city or place to live. We make so many things important to us, but in all the things we factor in as we craft our futures, we make the people in our lives a commodity of, at best, secondary importance. We would take a job and give up our people rather than choose a tribe and give up the job.

If there is a city that personifies the artisan soul, one could make a strong argument that Paris is it. Paris is what a city looks like when artists create it. I feel more artistic when I am in Paris. After

In the move from the village to the city, we became more free but also more alone. Individualism began its remorseless conquest of Western civilization. Mate selection became infused with romantic aspirations meant to counter the increasing isolation of modern life.

I looked around me and absorbed the peace of a sprawling bustling city stopped dead, socked in snow. My puppy jumped and barked, twisting and sliding. I was instantly wildly grateful just to be awake and witness all this stillness. I don't ever want to die, I thought, I want to live forever.

Sometimes it was hard to tell whether the fog was rolling in over the city or whether the city was drifting out to meet it.

Richard Hawley's 'Tonight The Streets Are Ours'. He dusted and polished to The KLF; hoovered to Robyn and Bat For Lashes.

The city was full of everything; it was an inspiring testament to man's ambition and a stark reminder of his animal past.

Empire State Building observation

The city is built on an inhuman scale. Everything is by design inconvenient for Homo sapiens.

On the sidewalks everyone holding either a giant coffee or a cell phone, as though a law had been declared against public displays of empty-handedness.