Quotes About Street

The Love Undercover series features two cops, a street rat, and a construction worker as the lead heroes.

I stumbled into this format for 'Last Call with Carson Daly' that I really like, inspired by cable and Dave Attell's 'Insomniac.' I love being out on the street.

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

I love Mardi Gras. I'm a street rat.

I love the way the Italians park. You turn any street corner in Rome and it looks as if you've just missed a parking competition for blind people.

would pass in the street, mostly people whose existence I did not believe in

And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands;

The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted; They flickered against the ceiling. And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You had such a vision of the street.

The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world. I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing.

Fine living is not for you, lads, eh? Well, go out and play in the streets for a while, my honeys.

How do I teach my child not to run into the street?" or "He knows not to run into the street at our house, but at Grandma's he runs into the street." In the first situation, the child actually has no concept of danger at all; in

She drained the pasta and looked out the window over the sink. In the middle of the street, paying no attention whatsoever to oncoming cars, two little boys were jousting with hockey sticks while riding bicycles, their mother observing through a fog of cigarette smoke and a beer. Human beings, Janet thought, were a disappointment.

S? they had begun to walk about in a fabulous Paris, letting themselves be guided by the nighttime signs, following routes born of a clochard phrase, of an attic lit up in the darkness of a street's end, stopping in little confidential squares to kiss on the benches or look at the hopscotch game, those childish rites of a pebble and a hop on one leg to get into Heaven, Home.

That night you lay in bed, awake, and listened to the ambulances tear down our street. The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

We were on our way to the colmado for an errand.

Hat dich jemand gesehen?«, fragte sie. »Ich hab jeden erschossen, der mir auf der Straße begegnet ist.« »Gut so.«

I met a hustler at a dinner party. He had been invited because I was looking for an adviser to help me with the street scenes. So we put him on the film.

In Italy, one game you win and score, you cannot go in the street because the people are so enthusiastic, and when you lose they go crazy. After the game they wait for you.

We're the only ethnic group that says, 'Hey, if you go to jail, it gives you street cred.'

Instead of personal security, citizens are afraid to walk down the street in Jerusalem.

They had the music being piped right out on the street. I'd be three or four blocks from there and I couldn't get there fast enough because I'd hear old Joe holler them words.

I am not too interested in leaving the street people and joining the Establishment. I prefer street folks.

In the street of the perfume-sellers Miss Jenkins subsided on a settee like a fat bee drunk with essences, [...}