Quotes About Streets

The Nazis asked carefully about when precisely people stopped helping one another in the streets, about how many people were being arrested for cannibalism.

Em todas as ruas te encontro em todas as ruas te perco conheço tão bem o teu corpo sonhei tanto a tua figura que é de olhos fechados que eu ando a limitar a tua altura e bebo a água e sorvo o ar que te atravessou a cintura tanto tão perto tão real que o meu corpo se transfigura e toca o seu próprio elemento num corpo que já não é seu num rio que desapareceu onde um braço teu me procura Em todas as ruas te encontro em todas as ruas te perco

Big Mother walked home from the bus station, through the rowdy twilit streets, and the novel in her bag gave her a pleasant, illusory calm, as if she were leaving a secret meeting and the documents she carried could bring down systems, countries, lies and corruption.

That is Baroja's world: dismal, ironic, the streets of towns where industrial life sits heavy on the neck of a race as little adapted to it as any in Europe.

Our prisons are packed. Our streets are filled with drugs. Who's winning the war? We've lost our minds.

One million young black men now warehoused in decaying prisons, idling away the days at taxpayer expense. Our prisons are packed. Our streets

Apparently I am pushing a jinx about the streets. I am certain that I can do better with some other wagon. A new cart, a new start.

She hates the way the people part to let them past and then, behind them, regroup, erasing their passage, as if it were nothing, as if it never were. She wishes to scratch the ground, perhaps with a hoe, to score the streets beneath her, so that there will forever be a mark, for it always to be known that this way Hamnet came. He was here.

The spectre is speaking without a mouth, saying he will not come in, he cannot, and they, the inhabitants, are hereby ordered not to go out, not to take to the streets, but to remain indoors until the pestilence is past.

January 7 arrived and looked like January 7. The streets were full of gray, frozen people without money.

The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers." Man Ray

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

It isn't fashionable to say this these days, but a willingness to go into the streets shows a commitment to democracy. And Canadian democracy, like so many others, was born in good part on the streets in the middle of the nineteenth century. It could be argued that the general

The entire piece has been devised with the French in mind. In France, fornication in the streets with total strangers is *compulsory*.

The first CD said exactly what it was. I was just in the streets hustling. I come from a family of hustlers.

Today barbarism has taken over many city streets, or people fear it has, which comes to much the same thing in the end.

There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

I was set free because the negotiations were successful, because there were people lobbying for my freedom, and because hundreds of thousands took to the streets in Rome for my freedom.

Streets crowded with people strolling, or sitting at outdoor cafes. And always, talking, gesturing, singing, laughing. I liked Rome immediately.Everybody was a performer.

The streets are safe in Philadelphia. It's only the people who make them unsafe.

It's unnatural for people to run around the city streets unless they are thieves or victims. It makes people nervous to see someone running. I know that when I see someone running on my street, my instincts tell me to let the dog go after him.

One can always tell it's summer when one sees school teachers hanging about the streets idly, looking like cannibals during a shortage of missionaries.

Mientras tanto, en plazas y calles la vida sigue e improvisa, como si la muerte fuera una invención, una mentira. Y a lo mejor lo es. Uno termina aferrándose a esa imposibilidad, sin advertir que más adentro el alma desfallece.

Baldwin makes it clear that the man released back onto the streets is "afraid, in fact, to hit those streets," and "to be free to confront his life." He is left by prison "terrified . . . of what life may bring, is terrified of freedom; and is struggling in a trap.