Quotes About Streets

He knew their type: fatherless gangbangers raised on the streets where morality essentially boiled down to: if it feels good do it, and if someone gets hurt in the process of me getting mine, well that's just their too bad.

Sometimes, when you're on the streets, certain music inspires you, and then you have a vision. But, at the end of the day, it's a synthesis of visions, so you have to think, as a director, of a scene, or how to deliver a line, or how do this visually.

I have a great connect with the city, and I know the streets of Pune by heart. As a college student, I came down to visit friends. It is a great place to chill and hang out.

It's problematic when we have excessive numbers of police taking over the streets. People visiting Seoul for the first time might think... this is a military state.

I'm on my phone 24-7. I see everything. I hear everything. I am the voice of the streets.

Haiti itself was also photographed, some of the streets, some of the mountains, rivers, streams, etc. were photographed before talking with me about how I felt about Haiti. Then the camera went to our voodoo temple and saw a serious ceremony, a real ceremony.

Was there anything more sweetly existential than the walking done for sex in the most desolate of streets at three in the morning? The casual slaughter of a reasonable sleep schedule? The strangeness of passing someone's hair-curlered mother in a bathrobe on your way to her heartrendingly hideous bathroom?

But again the world has been spared. Light romans the streets inventing dirty colours And with a certain remorse For my complicity in the day's rebirth I ask my house to exist

But again the world has been spared. Light roams the streets inventing dirty colours And with a certain remorse For my complicity in the day's rebirth I ask my house to exist

Everything can change in Petersburg except its weather. And its light. It's the northern light, pale and diffused, one in which both memory and eye operate with unusual sharpness. In this light, and thanks to the directness and length of the streets, a walker's thoughts travel farther than his destination...

I feel like the D.C. streets just love Gucci Mane. He's like a hood pastor.

Light in the streets, shadows in the house. #CVirusTruth

Unlike the main streets that cut the city with a butcher's cleaver, this ancient one wiggles its hips quite a bit. It negotiates with the neighborhood, it haggles, gives and takes; rarely is it straight, it is intrinsic.

So in the streets of Calcutta I sometimes imagine myself a foreigner, and only then do I discover how much is to be seen, which is lost so long as its full value in attention is not paid. It is the hunger to really see which drives people to travel to strange places.

When we fall short of meeting community needs - for stable housing, safe streets, open space, reliable transportation, food access, a healthy environment - everyone faces greater vulnerability.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

Nature surrounds us, from parks and backyards to streets and alleyways. Next time you go out for a walk, tread gently and remember that we are both inhabitants and stewards of nature in our neighbourhoods.

But London is my favourite city as I've walked the streets of the capital so often, I know it really well.

I come from a very big family from every economic background. Some of the streets I talk about, I've actually walked on because I have family from there. Jamaica has so many contradictions.

I have been to Libya and walked the streets of Benghazi myself.

I walked the streets of New York; I would feel the presence of Daredevil. I would see him up on the rooftop. What you are doing in your life, you start to see in your book. It all starts to merge together.

Originally the film opened with Ryan in the doctor's office, being told his wife is dying. Then we see him walking the streets, and the story is told in flashback.

I remember coming to New York in 1974 to do a play here called 'Equis.' And I remember the first morning getting up and walking around the streets, and I thought, 'I'm home.' I felt really at peace here.

Ally McBeal walks down the streets crying, looking for the right man. I don't do that.