Quotes About Streets

Vietnam was the defining event for my generation. It spilled over into all facets of American life - into music, into the pulpits, in churches of our country. It spilled over into the city streets, police forces. And even if you were born late in the generation, Vietnam was still part of your childhood.

Pastees', or pies, were the fast food of the day, sold on the streets, popular with people who had no cooking facilities at home, which would be the mass of Londoners and other town dwellers.

The night and the streets were ours and the future lay sparkling ahead. And we thought we would know each other forever.

His boots were immaculate. His valet had polished them to such a fearsome brilliance, the dust of London's streets could only stagger away, blinded.

He had reduced violence in the streets—while sending the number of dollars made by criminals in this town soaring. He had protected the city's flesh while siphoning away its blood, poisoning its soul. It changed nothing, nothing at all.

The opening notes of the Guns N' Roses hit "Welcome to the Jungle" began to echo from the buildings behind us, Slash's guitar sending those tones bouncing around the concrete and towers, somehow resonating with the steel and stone of the streets and buildings of the city. Chicago herself became the speaker, music ringing off every surface, setting the ground to quivering in resonance.

A good part of any day in Los Angeles is spent driving, alone, through streets devoid of meaning to the driver, which is one reason the place exhilarates some people, and floods others with an amorphous unease.

Look at her own income she a beast man, bad bi...es holla business first then streets man.

Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them

Always classy never trashy...trash gets no where but the streets.

They wound their way through a labyrinth of streets, partly following their noses, partly the orientation of the map. Jardines, Mirasol, Cruz, Puentezuelas, Capuchinas... Each word held its magic. They were like brushstrokes painting the landscape of the city, each one helping to build up a picture of the whole.

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

This melancholy London — I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually.

Russian directors, we are shooting the same streets. The same things. Tom Jacobson has a fresh eye and found very interesting and very cool locations and angles and characters.

Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

Premonitions of the imminent catastrophe had condensed like a sticky dew in the houses and the streets, in cautious conversations and drowsy consciences.

Roaming the streets of Manhattan on foot had always been one of my favorite ways to find inspiration. There's so much to see and smell (not all of it pleasant, except this time of year, which smells of roasted cashews, crisp air, and gingerbread lattes).

Some of that wind had begun to sweep the streets of Black River, just enough of it to turn the leaves on the trees—a sign, according to folklore, of oncoming rain.

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

Time, my twin, take me by the hand through the streets of your city; my days, your pigeons, are fighting for crumbs—

At home, we had lots of streets too, but they were all familiar with each other. Here, there are so many more streets that they can't possibly all know each other. It's a fabulous city.

The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners of the streets, the gratings of the windows, the banisters of the steps, the antennae of the lightning roads, the poles of the flags, every segment marked in turn with scratches, indetations, scrolls.

Ma la città non dice il suo passato, lo contiene come le linee d'una mano, scritto negli spigoli delle vie, nelle griglie delle finestre, negli scorrimano delle scale,nelle antenne dei parafulmini,nelle aste delle bandiere, ogni segmento rigato a sua volta di graffi,seghettature,intagli,svirgole.