Quotes About Boston

Lucas - You'll have to excuse Paige's overenthusiastic attempt to befriend the local wildlife. Not many of their type where she comes from. Paige -Hey, we have gangs in Boston. Lucas - Ah, yes. I believe they're particularly bad down by the wharf, where they're liable to descend upon the unwary, surround him with their yachts, and shout well-chosen and elegantly elocuted epithets.

This is our fucking city. And nobody is going to dictate our freedom. Stay strong. David Ortiz, Boston Red Sox, April 21, 2013

It was built in 1912 and rebuilt in 1934, and offers, as do most Boston artifacts, a compromise between Man's Euclidean determinations and Nature's beguiling irregularities.

Singing Beach on the North Shore of Boston. Do you know the beach? It's called Singing Beach because the sand sings in this strange way under your bare feet when you run across it.

Into the eyes of those she met Pollyanna smiled joyously. She was disappointed—but not surprised—that she received no answering smile in return. She was used to that now—in Boston. She still smiled, however, hopefully: there might be some one, sometime, who would smile back.

Officer Rose was the president of the Boston Police Patrolmen's Association at the time, and he was furious.

As I thought of Boston; as I heard the words "get her" one more time; as I realised that Macey hadn't been the only Gallagher Girl on the roof that day.

The first thing that I remember auditioning for was a weather commercial in Boston, and I got the job. The idea of the commercial was that you ought to watch the weather in the morning so that you know what's gonna come later in the day.

I was at our beautiful home in Martha's Vineyard, near Boston, sitting on the porch looking at the ocean when I got a phone called and was asked, 'Would I like to do 'CSI'?' A week later, I'm at a coroner's office in Las Vegas, participating in a quadruple autopsy.

To live in Portsmouth without possessing a family portrait done by Copley is like living in Boston without having an ancestor in the old Granary Burying-Ground. You can exist, but you cannot be said to flourish.

I have nothing but positive things to say about my time in Boston. I have great relationships I built there.

When you think about Boston, Harvard and M.I.T. are the brains of the city, and its soul might be Faneuil Hall or the State House or the Old Church. But I think the pulsing, pounding heart of Boston is Fenway Park.

That's one of the reasons I decided to come to Boston - to contend and win a championship, especially with the history of the Celtics and what they stand for.

The energy from the fans in Boston is always something we can count on for support.

Playing in front of your home crowd, they can almost be like the best sixth man in the league, especially being in Boston.

Boston's future depends on taking the lessons from the coronavirus pandemic to tackle big challenges.

I have been a policymaker proven in tackling some very complex social issues on the municipal level here in Boston.

Guru had such a different voice from most people. Plus he had a Boston accent! So, I always made sure the beats were tailored to him.

Talk radio around Boston is brutal, and I think that's part of what goes on is that people as they're driving to and from work start listening to these jerks, and I say jerks, because I don't think they know what they're talking about and they're just serving some things up as controversy so they can sell the show to sponsors.

The Mass. Ave. Bridge is open... Some MIT students once measured it by repeatedly placing an undergraduate named Smoot on the ground and marking off his length. Every six feet or so there is still the indication of one smoot, two smoots, painted on the pavement. I could never remember how many smoots long the bridge was.

Belson had finished his Boston cream and was now selecting a strawberry-frosted donut with multicolored sprinkles on it. "You're going to eat that?" I said. "Sure." "You got no taste in donuts, Frank." "I must have," Frank said. "I'm a cop.

I was sitting with the girl of my dreams on a bench in the Boston Public Garden watching the swan boats circle the little lagoon.

The Red Sox are a religion. Every year we re-enact the agony and the temptation in the Garden. Baseball child's play? Hell, up here in Boston it's a passion play.

Now I have been studying very closely what happens every day in the courts in Boston, Massachusetts. You would be astounded--maybe you wouldn't, maybe you have been around, maybe you have lived, maybe you have thought, maybe you have been hit--at how the daily rounds of injustice make their way through this marvelous thing that we call "due process."