Quotes About Street

Before getting to my mother's house, I would always think of her on the porch or even on the street, sweeping. She had a light way of sweeping, as if removing the dirt were not as important as moving the broom over the ground. Her way of sweeping was symbolic; so airy, so fragile, with a broom she tried to sweep away all the horrors, all the loneliness, all the misery that had accompanied her all her life...

The evening traffic was out playing tag, and it took long enough to get to West Thirty-fifth Street.

Carbon-arc lighting, too bright and hot for household use, would become important in industrial, lighthouse, street, and retail lighting in the decades ahead.

Once I saw Desjardins' house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Pyramids. "Pyramids Road?" Sadie said. "Obvious, much?" "Maybe he couldn't find a place on Stupid Evil Magician Street," I suggested.

Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful--Neil Diamond or something. I should've made that part of my gift form the gods: better elevator tunes.

Below him, the lamplighter was lighting the lamps that lined the wide avenue.

Beauty! Sid Morris said, addressing the dirty windows that looked out to the alley where, on certain Thursdays, the smell up from the Chinese restaurant across the street reached a point you could almost taste. Beauty! he said.

I very much enjoy that MTV, for instance, those music videos, and I watch them often, though I still find that a long walk through an unfamiliar neighborhood teaches me more about what's new and exciting than any number of hours of television can. As ever, the street is the source of the latest things humans have invented—culturally speaking, at least. The last new things, maybe, that humans will ever invent.

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Elizabeth's true attitude was probably that of someone who hears two drunks fighting in the street at night: it did not matter who won so long as neither tried to get into the house.

Just as I came out into the rue, an omnibus came by - pas complet, so I sprang in, without that prayer and fasting which should chasten the mind before risking it in a French omnibus.

For a time, Karras watched him as he listed down the street; watched with fondness and with wonder at the heart's labyrinthine turnings and improbable redemptions.

In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street.

In those helter-skelter days of journalism between the Spanish-American War and World War I, the newsies shouting the headlines were as much a part of the urban street scene as the lampposts on every corner.

Trouble has smelled like a lot of things in my life. A job gone wrong. A one-way street I never should have turned down. A man in faded Levi's with a smile that broke my heart half a dozen times and loved it back together again.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

When I got to the street, I walked boldly. But I was always accompanied by an agonizing thought: the fear that honest people may be thieves who have chosen a cleverer and safer way of stealing.

The first time a head turned up by itself on the street in Acapulco, it was a big deal.

In the street, asked a running man the way to the post office. I've always enjoyed asking people in a hurry for information.

Maybe more climate activists will think about the climate change not as an international problem to be resolved in an air-conditioned meeting hall, but as a guerilla war to be fought in the streets.

Manson liked to brag that prison was his daddy and the street was his mother.

He was known to hit low, drive upward from the hips, and flip other boys over his shoulder and onto their backs, knocking the wind out of them on the glass-littered asphalt, sometimes causing a fumble and always inciting cheers from onlookers up and down the street––especially when he punctuated the hit with the words "Patent that!"...This permissible violence was unique in that it elicited respect from the victim rather than calls for retribution.

Desde la calle se oían las risas de Rosa y Rafaela, las hermanas gemelas, queridas, las dos, del teniente coronel Cruz. Eran norteñas y volubles y cuando se enojaban tiraban sus zapatos a la calle. Si

I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.