Quotes About Asphalt

He's slicker than a bald-tired semi on a mile of wet asphalt

coming. Our friendship—the nascent journalist and the wizened asphalt guy hanging out—was one small expression of the pub theory of life, that we are all of a common fabric once we have a pint in our hands. Or, by extension, a line of coke between us.

By the 1850s, turpentine production was declining in America. A new competitor surged into the lamp oil market: coal oil, distilled from cannel coal (oil shale) or asphalt/bitumen, a heavy hydrocarbon found naturally in semisolid pools such as Pitch Lake on the Caribbean island of Trinidad and the La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles.

The sun had already turned the blue-black asphalt into soft, bubbly patches and heat rose in waves that seemed to breathe.

O czwartej nad ranem noc powoli unosi czarny ty?ek, jakby ob?arta wstawa?a od sto?u i sz?a spa?. Powietrze jest jak zimny atrament, sp?ywa asfaltowymi drogami, rozlewa si? i krzepnie w czarne jeziora.

In one extremely satisfactory dream I was the rain and fell with merry violence on streets and asphalt rooftops...

You had to wonder who all these people in their cars were leaving behind and who they were driving toward, and if they knew that in the distance, the echo of their tires on the asphalt sounded like a river, and that to someone like me, it could seem like the miracle I'd been looking for.

The night was aromatic with the smell of autumn and the steely fragrance of freshly dampened blacktop. How she loved the smell of road: asphalt baking and soft in July, dirt roads with their dust-and-pollen perfume in June, country lanes spicy with the odor of crushed leaves in sober October, the sand-and-salt smell of the highway, so like an estuary, in February.

How she loved the smell of road: asphalt baking and soft in high July, dirt roads with their dust-and-pollen perfume in June, country lanes spicy with the odor of crushed leaves in sober October, the sand-and-salt smell of the highway, so like an estuary, in February.

The wind surged, and a burst of rain, barely a dozen drops, struck the blacktop ahead of me, producing the smell that is one of the finest odors in the world, the fragrance of hot asphalt in a summer shower.

I saw her fly toward the asphalt and felt a cruel joy. She seemed to me, as she fell, an ugly creature.

North American civilization is one of the ugliest to have emerged in human history, and it has engulfed the world. Asphalt and exhaust fumes clog the villages…. This great, though disastrous, culture can only change as we begin to stand off and see… the inveterate materialism which has become the model for cultures around the globe.

Un niño y una niña se entrelazaban en Münchenstrasse. Se retorcían, incómodos, en el asfalto. Juntos, vieron desaparecer a los humanos. Los vieron disolverse en el aire húmedo como si fueran grageas en movimiento.

It's been a privilege to get to watch one of sports greatest athletes prepare and get to play with him; honestly... it's a dream. I remember being in eighth grade saying, 'I'm Tom Brady,' on the asphalt at recess, you know, playing football.

Greer's eyes darted back and forth on the road, always vigilant for bears. Or any other mammal that might wander onto the asphalt. She'd only been on the road for ten miles and already she'd spotted enough roadkill to fill a zoo.

Precocity is not the price of riding a bicycle, I think, so much as what it has to offer. Wind, a rush of blood, fissures and pits in the asphalt, an errant animal, eyes in a mirror, glint of sunlight on chrome, scent of lake water, catcalls, a soaring feeling. But that is not to say that liberation doesn't have a price.

Sull'asfalto del vialetto si ingrandivano le zone asciutte.

The alley was like most any other alley in a city where the infrastructure was crumbling, in a state where the infrastructure was crumbling. It was a patchwork of asphalt spot repairs and loose gravel over a crumbling base of decades-old concrete.

And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.

The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.

Holes of this sort are rare in New York City, where the earth is sealed beneath a layer of asphalt, and one can go for years without catching sight of actual dirt.

É feia. Mas é uma flor. Furou o asfalto, o tédio, o nojo e o ódio.

And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.

A guy walks into a pub with a lump of asphalt on His shoulder, He says to the bar man give us a pint and one for the road.