Quotes About Sidewalk

In Birmingham, the women are maintained, the men are greedily lustful, and the children are named after high-end automobiles. You are just as likely to run into a Bentley, Mercedes, Porsche, and Lexus walking on the sidewalk as you are cruising the downtown streets.

For the first week, I stood in front of that little thing on the sidewalk and wanted to punch anybody that stepped on it.

Yeah. Almost as surprising as when you nailed me with your father's car. In the interest of avoiding confrontation, I felt compelled to explain. I didn't feel obliged to do it convincingly. It was an accident. My foot slipped. That was no accident. You jumped the goddamn curb and followed me down the sidewalk.

Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafes. Non-racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me.

This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.

Here lies Horace Benbow in a fading series of small stinking spots on a Mississippi sidewalk

his face expressionless, the tip of his cane planted neatly on the sidewalk and his large hands one atop the other on the brass knob. "First thing that you learn," he said, with the tone of a man reciting a proverb, "is that you always gotta wait . . .

He pulled out into the mirror-image traffic. The rain was running and pooling, tugging reflected neon out of the perpendicular and spreading it in wriggly lines across sidewalk and pavement.

When she walked through the door, the sidewalk swayed beneath her feet as if blown by a light breeze, and she stumbled against Dells, who grabbed her before she could fall. "Whoopsy daisy," he said. "Beware of the sidewalk. It's meaner than it looks." "I like whiskey," Harper informed him solemnly. "But not this much whiskey.

History tumbled from every street corner and stuck to her heels as she walked down the sidewalk.

Quentin did a magic trick. Nobody noticed. They picked their way along the cold, uneven sidewalk together: James, Julia, and Quentin. James and Julia held hands. That's how things were now. The sidewalk wasn't quite wide enough, so Quentin trailed after them, like a sulky child. He would rather have been alone with Julia, or just alone period, but you couldn't have everything. Or at least the available evidence pointed overwhelmingly to that conclusion.

The sidewalk wasn't quite wide enough, so Quentin trailed after them, like a sulky child.

Yliopistoihminen: liukas ja pinnallinen, saisi paikan talvisena jalkakäytävänä.

I always give money to a sidewalk con if the story is a good one, even if I don't believe a word of it. Art deserves to get paid.

If you close your eyes on a busy urban sidewalk the sound of everybody's different footwear's footsteps all put together sounds like something getting chewed by something huge and tireless and patient.

If you close your eyes on a busy urban sidewalk the sound of everybody's different footwear's footsteps all put together sounds like something getting chewed by something huge and tireless and patient.

Thunder growled in the distance, a beast prowling the countryside, hungry and snuffling the air for blood. He crossed the wet grass of the side yard, traversed the sidewalk. It was the same track he'd taken a thousand times before. Tonight would be the last.

Throughout the day, Stargirl had been dropping money. She was the Johnny Appleseed of loose change: a penny here, a nickel there. Tossed to the sidewalk, laid on a shelf or bench. Even quarters. I hate change, she said. It's so . . . jangly. Do you realize how much you must throw away in a year? I said. Did you ever see a little kid's face when he spots a penny on a sidewalk?

I don't know, he said, handing her the ticket. He'd been standing there all the while on the sidewalk, waiting for her. Waiting, until they were in the darkness of the theatre, to take her hand.

If you see swarms of guys coming around you, you have to try and avoid being stuck on the kerb.

On Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk and you're lucky if the sound of a police car doesn't rip the envelope twice a night.

My girlfriend forgot her love on the sidewalk like a bicycle. All night outside, in the dew.

And then finally she came - and the whole world faded out around us and we were just alone on the crowded sidewalk. I've heard it called love. ("I Won't Take a Minute" aka "I'll Just Be a Minute" aka "Wait for Me Downstairs" aka "Finger Of Doom")

Thank you slow-walking family in front of me on the sidewalk. No, please, take your time. And definitely spread out, too, so you create a barricade of idiots. I am so thankful that you forced me to walk into the street and risk getting hit by a car in order to pass you so I could resume walking at a normal human pace.