Quotes About Street

Stories have power. Gleemen's tales, and bards' epics, and rumors in the street alike. They stir passions, and change the way men see the world.

I turned on my heel and walked on. He had charm, sure, but it was so obscure. Before I got to the end of the street I heard him call after me. I stopped and turned round. He stood amidst a clutch of homegoing office girls. 'Hey, does your dick reach your arse?' he shouted thinly in the distance. Not yet, I thought, not yet.

A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls

What's your rush? the key's scent said. The stone of the street said. The bright young sun said, seeking its way into the color-washed walls through cracks and crannies and shirts hung out like flags between balconies to dry. I've got all day. You've got all week. We've got a half-dozen centuries.

If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.

A tall, thin fireman with a grey mustache watched me stride across the street. He was still wearing a helmet and coat in the July heat. Four others had stripped down to T-shirts with just the rubbery-looking pants on. Someone had sprayed them down with water. They looked like an ad for a beefcake wet T-shirt contest.

You got to ask a street question to get a street answer.

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

Apocalypse Hal was on the corner by the Laundromat. Hal was a neighborhood street preacher who worked at the fish and crab place next door. He wore a sandwich board sign of Bible verses and shouted angry things at passersby like "The end times are near" and "Seafood sampler $5.99." Now his sign just read "TOLD YOU SO," and he looked more anxious than angry.

Justice be above the Street, for lightnings mark our transit and the corners of Eternity are opened. This

I knocked at a second-floor flat in a dreary house, one of two hundred in a dreary Catford street.

Brothers out here flexing their talk, setting themselves up for failures; just to prove a worthless point about what they are really doing in the streets. -MillYentei

I remember another aphorism of my father's, one that he used to say whenever we passed someone pissing openly in the street: add color to life when you can.

Freudengässlein, or Lane of Joy.

Nasty Ass got his street name because he always smells like he has a round in the chamber. If

Waiting for dusk and someone dear to come and whip him down the street, gently home

The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.

Livable neighborhoods with a vibrant street life will stimulate our economic life as well.

For thugs from the ghetto, violence is a way of life - it's what helps you survive.

Life's just a cocktail party - on the street.

Everything in life is a risk! I mean, you walk out onto the street and it's a risk! Don't you think?

Exactly how long can you stand on a street corner showing two drug dealers your scar-tissue-induced radical penis curvature? The answer is twelve seconds. After that it feels weird.

A lot of street crime is horrible, but in terms of the dislocation, the undermining of the family the corporate criminals, many of whom reside in Congress and the White House are getting away literally with murder.

Women who are harassed, at work, on the street, or even online, are subject to the same rigid purity standards as women who are sexually assaulted, Just by virtue of being out in public, we're overstepping certain boundaries.