Quotes About Streets

I told her I felt kind of restless about the new poetry and I had high hopes the new poetry one way or another would be able to get at the real stuff of American life, slipping its fingers into the steel meshes and copper coils of it under the streets and over the houses and people and factories and groceries, conceding a fair batting average to Dante and Keats for what they wrote about love and roses and the moon.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona trapped beneath ashen skies as dawn poured over Rambla de Santa Monica in a wreath of liquid copper.

People eyed one another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.

The storm had caused the power to go out; the streets were buried in a liquid darkness speckled here and there with the light cast by oil lamps or candles from balconies and doors.

Rije?i i misterij njihova skrivena zna?enja fascinirali su me i doživljavao sam ih kao klju? kojim se može otklju?ati beskrajni svijet na sigurnome od one ku?e, onih ulica i onih tmurnih dana u kojima sam ?ak i ja mogao naslutiti da me ?eka oskudna sre?a.

Vidal had his exuberant and stately tower in the most elegant and elevated part of Pedralbes, surrounded by hills, trees, and fairy-tale skies. I would have my sinister tower rising above the oldest, darkest streets of the city, surrounded by the miasmas and the shadows of that necropolis which poets and murderers had once called the Rose of Fire.

But Clara's father believed that nations never see themselves clearly in the mirror, much less when war preys on their minds. He had a good understanding of history and knew that the future could be read much more clearly in the streets, factories, and barracks than in the morning press.

L'avvocato conosceva bene la Storia e sapeva che il futuro si legge nelle strade, nelle fabbriche e nelle caserme molto più chiaramente che sulle pagine dei giornali.

Caminó lentamente, despidiéndose de cada portal, de cada esquina, preguntándose se la trampa de tiempo sería cierta y algún día sólo sería capaz de recordar lo bueno, de olvidar la soledad que tantas veces le había perseguido en aquellas calles.

Those were the days when Barcelona newspapers were steeped in reports warning that people were being killed in the streets. Unions for hired gunmen were doing well. Life was still as worthless as ever, but death had never been so cheap.

CLOUDS SPILLED DOWN FROM THE SKY AND swamped the streets with a hot mist that made the thermometers on the walls perspire. Halfway through

Halfway through the afternoon the sun appeared from behind the blanket of clouds left by the storm. The shining streets were transformed into mirrors, on which pedestrians walked, reflecting the amber of the sky.

las nubes habían resbalado del cielo y las calles yacían sumergidas bajo una laguna de neblina ardiente

Dorrie gave Larry's hand an excited, distracted squeeze that said: almost home. They were about to be matter-of-factly claimed by familiar streets and houses and the life they'd chosen or which had chosen them.

I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city.

From November 1st, said Hans Frank, it would be possible for the Germans of Cracow to breathe 'good German air', to walk abroad without seeing the streets and lanes 'crawling with Jews'.

When they happen across an Adventurer from Mexico, and the ancient City he has discover'd beneath the Earth, where thousands of Mummies occupy the Streets in attitudes of Living Business, embalm'd with Gold divided so finely it flows like Gum.

After that long of more named pavements than he'd care to count, Profane had grown a little leery of streets, especially streets like this. They had in fact all fused into a single abstracted Street, which come the full moon he would have nightmares about.

Every time I walk these streets I think we made some kinda bet with God and lost.

He loved autumn; the way the leaves turned a panoply of colors before the trees let them go; the earthy aroma the breeze ferried across the fields; the crackle of frost, the clean taste in the air, the way the streets looked after the rain had come and gone.

out. Civil Defense was riding along the streets warning people that the waves would be building rapidly, but Todd turned to his buddies Cody

How magnificent the city is by the June moonlight! — after the streets are empty and silent.

Near the end of the flood, weather forecasters began tallying up just how much rain had fallen in the Dayton area alone. One estimate making the rounds shortly afterward was that during the four days it rained on Dayton, the amount of water dumping over the city and passing through the streets equaled the amount of water that flows over Niagara Falls in a four-day period.

There were so many! Silently, cautiously, people came out on to their doorsteps again. They tried in vain to count the flood of soldiers. Germans were coming from all directions. They filled the squares and streets—more and more of them, endlessly.