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Quotes About City

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~ Robert Dugoni
Well, let's go. If the people in that city are going to cut our throats they may as well do it now, before the heat of the day begins.
~ Robert E. Howard
The gluing together of a clutch of human beings into some semblance of a city has never been more than remotely possible. We are all sinners, and it's the people closest to us that see us at our worst. The family gets the lion's share of life's provocations, aggravations, and enervations. Nowhere is there so much fur quite so ready to be rubbed the wrong way.
~ Robert Farrar Capon
Como señaló Edward Said2 antes que nadie, Arafat ya había concedido Jerusalén; ya había acordado que el asunto solamente se discutiría durante las negociaciones del «estatuto final». Así fue como la ciudad quedó excluida del sistema de «zonas» y quedó en su conjunto en manos israelíes.
~ Robert Fisk
Being sworn at by random people was the price you paid for living in London,
~ Robert Galbraith
This was the hour when he found London most lovable; the working day over, her pub windows were warm and jewel-like, her streets thrummed with life, and the indefatigable permanence of her aged buildings, softened by the street lights, became strangely reassuring.
~ Robert Galbraith
Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his
~ Robert Galbraith
Nobody who had not lived there would ever understand that London was a country unto itself. They
~ Robert Galbraith
the deathless breath of the city.
~ Robert Galbraith
Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had
~ Robert Galbraith
Impossible men: idle, illiterate,Self-pitying, dirty, sly,For whose appearance even in City ParksExcuses must be made to casual passers-by.Has God's supply of tolerable husbandsFallen, in fact, so lowOr do I always over-value womanAt the expense of man?Do I?It might be so.
~ Robert Graves
To put a city in a book, to put the world on one sheet of paper -- maps are the most condensed humanized spaces of all...They make the landscape fit indoors, make us masters of sights we can't see and spaces we can't cover.
~ Robert Harbison
Outside the walls the confusion was indescribable. If the city represented a carved miniature of the world, the suburbs represented the same model broken into a thousand pieces, tumbled in a bag and shot out at random.
~ ROBERT HUGH BENSON
A masterful cyclist, marginalized though she or he may be, travels with ease through the modern motorized city. With ease.
~ Robert Hurst
In the country you preserve your identity -- your personality. There you are an aggregation of atoms, but in the city you are only an atom of an aggregation.
~ Robert Ingersoll
the fantastical and damned Iram City of the Columns reappeared in some of the stories of the twentieth-century horror writer H. P. Lovecraft
~ Robert Irwin
The construction of its wall was of jasper; and the city was pure gold, like clear glass. – Revelation 21:18
~ Robert J. Morgan
The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. – Revelation 21:23
~ Robert J. Morgan
There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God. – Psalm 46:4
~ Robert J. Morgan
The twelve gates were twelve pearls . . . and the street of the city was pure gold. – Revelation 21:21
~ Robert J. Morgan
Glorious things are spoken of you, O city of God! – Psalm 87:3
~ Robert J. Morgan
She left for the Mercury, but I stayed on the roof for a while. I breathed in the city: its warming wind, its noise. And I was one young man on a roof who had just spent the night with a beautiful woman...and the sunlight suggested winter and hard days to come, but we would all survive somehow, and the seasons were bigger than any of us anyway--and we were all tumbling along on the breeze of something enormous and eternal and gloriously busy.
~ Robert Kaplow
Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of NYC," Berkowitz wrote, "and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks.
~ Robert Keller
The wild ingrafted olive and the root Are withered, and a winter drifts to where The Pepperpot, ironic rainbow, spans Charles River and its scales of scorched-earth miles. I saw my city in the Scales, the pans Of judgment rising and descending. Piles Of dead leaves char the air— And I am a red arrow on this graph Of Revelations.
~ Robert Lowell