Quotes About Cityscape

And leaning out the window, enjoying the day above the varying volume of the entire city, only one thought swells my soul – the intimate will to die, to finish, not to see more light over any city, not to think, not to feel, to leave behind like wrapping paper the course of the sun and the days, to rid myself, at the edge of the grand bed, as of a heavy suit, of the involuntary effort to be.

Coming from Mumbai, the one thing that always amazes me about Noida is the roads here. Such wide roads are something you don't get to see in Mumbai. Driving around here is surely a pleasure.

the minarets now seemed to me as profuse in Istanbul as smokestacks in Pittsburgh.

en la calle, Erdosain observó que orvallaba,

I think the future of architecture does not lie so much in continuing to fill up the landscape, as in bringing back life and order to our cities and towns.

Almost overnight, the streets glow with meaning. She reads inscriptions on coins, on cornerstones and tombstones, on lead seals and buttress piers and marble plaques embedded into the defensive walls—each twisting lane of the city a great battered manuscript in its own right.

I don't want to live in Los Angeles. The city depresses me! It is too flat. There are too many cars.

In Florence, classical buildings sit against medieval buildings. It's that contrast we like.

You've never seen Manhattan 'til you've flown right up the East River. It's beautiful.

But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the noises in my head will quiet down in the middle of all the other noises. Or maybe my cold and walls and noise will get worse.

If you live in the city, you only have to look out your window to see enough that would make you feel that you don't want to step outside your front door ever again.

The skyline in Alfred Hitchcock's 'Rope' is made up: no, you don't get the Waldorf and the Chrysler and the Empire State buildings and a dozen other magnificent structures in one window.

I remember being a child eagerly looking out the Amtrak window, waiting for the New York City skyline to emerge.

It's kind of beautiful to sit inside a bus and see a city from the windows.

I enjoy walking through Nolita and Chinatown, watching the people and the buildings, browsing through shops and stopping at little cafes for a cup of coffee or glass of wine.

The southern end of Manhattan was hardly empty. There were hundreds of buildings massed together, short, tall, taller. It reminded Dan of a crowd jammed into one of Jonah's concerts: The tallest buildings were like the people who sit on their friends' shoulders so they can see better.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.

Those people were pushing life and night and day in front of them. Life hides everything from people. Their own noise prevents them from hearing anything else. They couldn't care less. The bigger and taller the city, the less they care. Take it from me. I've tried. It's a waste of time.

Les gens riches à Paris demeurent ensemble, leurs quartiers, en bloc, forment une tranche de gâteau urbain dont la pointe vient toucher au Louvre, cependant que le rebord rebondi s'arrête aux arbres entre le Pont d'Auteuil et la Porte des Ternes. Voilà. C'est le bon morceau. Tout le reste n'est que peine et fumier.

Paris'te varl?kl?lar hep bir arada yaÅŸarlar, oturduklar? semtler, blok halinde, sivri ucu Louvres'e kadar uzanan, yar?m ay ÅŸeklindeki kenar? ise Pont d'Auteuil ile Porte des Ternes aras?ndaki aÄŸaçlar?n hizas?nda duran bir kentsel pasta dilimi oluÅŸturur. Ä°ÅŸte. Buras?, kentin lezzetli dilimidir. Gerisi sadece azapla tezektir.

Ugly city, except where the rich lived. Los Angeles was stark like that. Ugly where money wasn't, beautiful where it was. Well, not always. Along the beach even the rich lived in ugly buildings.

It was nothing like the rest of the city, no hills or views or bohemians, nothing Italian or Victorian to make you take a photograph.

Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace