Quotes About Neighborhood

There, too, you are one among millions. But there at least you know your neighbors. Here, one cannot say that. The object in America is to avoid contact, to treat all as foes unless they're known to be friends.

MFA programs are to the world of art what gentrification is to your neighborhood.

far less than one block in Brooklyn.

A small house must depend on its grouping with other houses for its beauty, and for the preservation of light air and the maximum of surrounding open space.

Las tardes de Altos de la Cascada se pueblan de vecinos paseando perros en ropa de entrenamiento, con zapatillas con colchón de aire para running o línea sport Brand. O hasta en rollers si están bien entrenados…, los perros.

Fifty years ago I knew the names of everyone who lived in my street. Now, in this age of information, I know the names of hardly anybody who lives in my street.

It was morning through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

Try to take for a mate a person of your own neighborhood.

If anything, which ought not to happen, happens in your neighborhood, neighbors come as they are to help; relatives dress first.

third child in that suburban dream of his, now at the front

Chicago has the country's widest racial disparity in life expectancy—a gap of thirty years between Streeterville (nine miles north), where people expect to live to ninety, and my mom's old neighborhood, Englewood, where people live to only age sixty.

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.

I used to dress up in my mom's old clothes and play with these kids from the neighbourhood and make up stories: I would pretend that we were all vampires.

Abandoned homes become magnets for vandalism and crime. They drag down the property values of neighboring homes.

Many foreclosed homes are neglected or abandoned, as legal proceedings or other factors delay their resale. Deteriorating or vacant properties can, in turn, directly affect the quality of life in a neighborhood, for example, by leading to increases in vandalism or crime.

You're not going to have something set on a council estate that explores all elements of human existence, the variety of experience inherent in any community.

For more than 40 years, I have advocated the creation of a 'round the clock' community. This would mean, at the least, housing, schools and shops of various kinds alongside the commercial buildings. That kind of community had appeared in lower Manhattan in nascent form before Sept. 11, 2001.

When I was a kid, I went door to door in my neighborhood asking for donations to the Jewish National Fund, best known then for its Israel forestation program. At the age of 11 or so, I imagined myself a regular Johnny Appleseed, responsible for vast forests.

When you grow up in the city, New York is so big that you can kind of stay in your own little corner of the city and think that that's it because you don't need anything. You don't have to venture out; you don't have to touch the boroughs. You can kind of stay in your neighborhood, and there's everything there.

As time went on, we formed a number of different bands. We played in rival, neighborhood bands. We learned more songs and we learned how to play Chuck Berry music and we learned Ventures songs.

The year the bus drivers went on strike in Pittsburgh, I was twenty-three and living on the edge of the city in a neighborhood that was on the verge of becoming a ghetto. I had just been fired from a good job as a cartographer in a design studio where I had worked for about four months.

I've been to the Bahamas. It's a beautiful country with truly excellent people. When I took a cruise that docked for a couple hours in Nassau, it mostly reminded me of a giant version of my grandmother's neighborhood in Mobile, Alabama... but with better accents.

Everyone is so cheerful and happy," I said "This isn't Mister Rogers Neighborhood, Dex. It's Miami. Only the bad guys are happy." She looked at me without expression, a perfect cop stare. "How come you're not laughing and singing?" "Unkind, Deb. Very unkind. I've been good for months." She took a sip of water. "Uh-huh. And it's making you crazy.

HERNANDO MEZA LIVED IN A SECTION OF CORAL Gables that was nice, but not too nice, and so, protected by its own mediocrity, it hadn't changed much over the last twenty years, unlike most of the rest of Miami.