Quotes About Neighborhood

A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.

I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody's fingers.

I'd worship the ground you walked on if only you walked in a better neighborhood.

I can think of a number of areas in New York where three acres of nuclear waste would make the neighborhood safer to walk around in than it is now, and better lit.

I parked in the tow-away zone, and when I got back, the entire neighborhood was gone.

Anything we can do in the near future that begins to stimulate the interest of people - seeing somebody down the street have an opportunity to go into space - buoys up the whole neighborhood.

I said to the wife, Guess what I heard in the pub? They reckon the milkman has made love to every woman in this road except one. And she said, I'll bet it's that stuck up Phyllis at number 23.

The reason most of the children are having problems in any inner-city neighborhood is because they don't see enough positive role models in their own environment.

If we look deeply at life, we realise that the benefits we receive from society are largely attributable to their location. Benefits are local to the areas that we live in: the roads we drive on, the stores we shop at, and the services we use.

One of the drawbacks of upward social mobility is a sense of guilty indebtedness to the old neighborhood.

When the things you can buy online matter more to you than the things you can do in your neighbourhood; when you communicate with social media friends you never meet more than your real friends; when your notion of public space is confined to the screen in your hand: all this removes the sinew of citizenship

Those that would be kept from bad courses must keep from bad company; it is dangerous living in a bad neighbourhood; others' sins will be our snares, if we look not well to ourselves.

he offered a prayer that this stranger was soon on his way and out of his neighborhood.

I rode in my own backseat as we headed northwest toward Hollywood on the 101 freeway and then exited onto the dark, scabrous streets of the then still-a-little-funky, still-gentrifying neighborhood where we both lived because we were single and "creative" and this was where single, creative people lived if they wanted to surround themselves with—and potentially date and possibly marry—like-minded folk.

Having decided there was little point in denying my status as a gentrifier, I joined the neighborhood security association, a network of mostly middle- and upper-middle-class homeowners that employed a small stable of private patrol officers to cruise the neighborhood and scare any potential marauders, most of which amounted to kids loitering near the park.

Even the poorest street is rich with people on it and even the richest street is poor without people on it!

I think you'll just have to wait for that Loser of the Month tiara a little while longer while I wear it, with pride, around my neighborhood.

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

We may not always agree with every one of our neighbors. That's life. And it's part of living in such a diverse and dense city. But we also recognize that part of being a New Yorker is living with your neighbors in mutual respect and tolerance. It was exactly that spirit of openness and acceptance that was attacked on 9/11, 2001.

I celebrated last Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land." – Jon Stewart

It's a neighborhood where every dad has at least one job and where parents often end conversations with the words: no guts, no glory.

Keep your voice down, man. People in this neighborhood hear Pittsburgh, they turn violent. It's the home of the Steelers, you know.

On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn't believe in God.