Quotes About Neighborhood

I go into the kitchen and cook with music on or go for walks around my neighborhood when I feel the most overwhelmed.

The O is where I'm from. It's short for O Block.

As a kid, I think I rearranged the rooms of almost every house on the block.

The 'block' in 'Attack the Block' is not just a physical thing. It's people; it's families.

When I was young you raced from one end of the street to the other, or round the block.

I've known Stuart Broad since he was a child, living up the road from me.

I live in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn is definitely the only place to live in the New York area. I love Brooklyn. Go Brooklyn!

I really didn't think it was possible because there was really no one from my neighborhood that I knew or saw that made it successfully as a professional rapper. So it was like, OK, I don't know if its even possible.'

Around 1969, my family had just bought a house in a lower-middle-class white neighborhood two blocks away from school. Then, all of a sudden, all the white people left the neighborhood and the school.

It's true: I can't think of even a single way in which society suffers because of a 15-year-old trick-or-treater.

'Red Hook Summer' is another chapter in my chronicles of Brooklyn.

One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more...

At the very moment Mrs. Bentley was smiling down upon them with her yellow mask face, around a corner like an elfin band came an ice-cream wagon. It jingled out icy melodies, as crisp and rimmed as crystal wine-glasses tapped by an expert, summoning all. The children sat up, turning their heads, like sunflowers after the sun. (Season of Disbelief)

Charlie scratched inside his left ear. Everybody. The first war in history where everybody won. I can't figure it. So long. He went on up the sidewalk, crossed the front yard, opened the door of his house, waved, and was gone. There goes Charlie, said Douglas.

But one strange wild dark long year, Halloween came early. One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more. . .

Mrs. Daneeka, Doc Daneeka's wife, was not glad that Doc Daneeka was gone and split the peaceful Staten Island night with woeful shrieks of lamentation when she learned by War Department telegram that her husband had been killed in action. Women came to comfort her, and their husbands paid condolence calls and hoped inwardly that she would soon move to another neighborhood and spare them the obligation of continuous sympathy.

The size of a man's income has considerable effect on his access to the world beyond his neighborhood. With money he can overcome almost every tangible obstacle of communication, he can travel, buy books and periodicals, and bring within the range of his attention almost any known fact of the world.

Besides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for they have scarcely had time to finish their first nap and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have travelled away from the neighborhood; so that when they turn out at night to walk their rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon. This is perhaps the reason why we so seldom hear of ghosts except in our long-established Dutch communities.

The schoolmaster is generally a man of some importance in the female circle of a rural neighborhood, being considered a kind of idle, gentlemanlike personage, of vastly superior taste and accomplishments to the rough country swains, and, indeed, inferior in learning only to the parson.

Besides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for, they have scarcely had time to finish their first nap, and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have travelled away from the neighborhood; so that when they turn out at night to walk their rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon.

Our neighborhood, the Cass Corridor,was a bohemian/ghetto area surrounding Wayne State University. It was no big deal to smoke weed, have long hair, or play music loud at night around here; it was a live-and-let-live type of neighborhood. We all knew each other, and there was a nice community vibe.

Janicek is waving from the curb, where she's walking Thayer, her yellow Lab.

Imagine that you find your own neighborhood looking like Hiroshima. Destruction. Buildings knocked to the ground. A strange calm . . . as if you're in a theater. Silence. Only the tweet of sparrows.