Quotes About Street

When he grew hungry, he bought a wedge of cheese and a loaf of bread and ate them, sitting on a curb.

See, what you're talking about is why hanging out with ME would be fun for YOU. It doesn't explain anything about why it'd be fun for ME. You don't bring banter. You aren't witty. You aren't funny. There is nothing to pick from your brain. You're looking for me to entertain you. A relationship is an exchange, not a one-way street. Look beyond your own personal desires for a second and understand what you bring to the exchange- nothing.

There was a cold wind out on the street. It picked up the dust, whirled it about and suddenly scattered it, flinging it down like black chaff. There was an implacable severity in the frost, in the branches that tapped together like bones, in the icy blue of the tram-lines.

Bestow on an individual the useless and deprive him of the necessary, and you have the gamin.

Por qué aquella desmesurada carreta ocupaba aquel sitio en la calle? Lo primero para obstruirla, y lo segundo para que se acabara de enmohecer. En el viejo orden social hay también una porción de instituciones que ocupan del mismo modo la vía pública, y que tampoco tienen otras razones para estar en ella.

Why was that fore-carriage of a truck in that place in the street? In the first place, to encumber the street; next, in order that it might finish the process of rusting. There is a throng of institutions in the old social order, which one comes across in this fashion as one walks about outdoors, and which have no other reasons for existence than the above.

Chaos. Dust. Crowds. The street was a living, breathing dragon of humanity, inching forward, wheezing dirt, honking horns; people yelling for help, babies crying, and the smell of sweat heavy in the air. Automobiles

Society questions the police and their methods, and the police say, Do you want the criminals off the street or not?

Through myInvisible new veilOf finity, I seeNovember's world—Low scud, slick street, three giggling girls—As, oddly, not as sombreAs December,But as greenAs anything:As spring.

I tried to warn her," Linda said, "but you could tell she'd gotten into it. She changed. She began hanging around with undesirable types, rough, tough people. I'd see her in bars and she always seemed to go after the street people.

When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got there?' she said, 'Musicians who ask questions,' and kept on dragging.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab?" "Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood.

Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.

In a city by the sea that was certainly never called anything so bourgeois as St. Petersburg, there stood a long, thin house on a long, thin street.

He asked Clancy to stay, and as he crossed the street,

someone, walking in the white street, looked in at our window, he would have seen in the family tableau a simulacrum of domestic joy.

Joseph worked in the men's clothing department of a big store in Grafton Street.

She was known there and the chaos on the street was more predictable and less personal than the pain at home.

A]ber auf einmal gerät einer von ihnen ins Zentrum der Aufmerksamkeit, wird zum Symbol, zur Ikone. Warum? Aus vielerlei Gründen: durch die Art und Weise, wie Medien ihre Nachrichten auswählen und verbreiten, weil Menschen das Bedürfnis haben, das Gute, das sie in sich fühlen, auf etwas zu richten, an das es sich zu glauben lohnt, und dafür auch auf die Straße zu gehen.

When a stranger comes up to me in the street and tells me that something in life is better because of a movement I'm part of, it is way more satisfying than a fancy house or car.

On each piece of paper I found addresses, telephone numbers, memos of various rendezvous made and kept—or perhaps not kept—people met and remembered, or perhaps not remembered, hopes probably not fulfilled: certainly not fulfilled, or I would not have been standing on that street corner.

1. You can't win; 2. You can't break even either." But this is the cosmic, fateful one. The universe is running down. It is a degenerative one-way street. The final state of maximum entropy is our destiny.

I had this funny family. At one end, they were breeding dogs in south-east London - for greyhound racing - and at the other, my uncle was living in Downing Street. And I would actually go to Downing Street, which didn't strike me as funny. I'd get on the number 15 bus.

For a child, it's not so much scary, it's surreal; there was a lot of fighting in my great-grandmother's house; you'd go there and then someone would meet up and there'd be a fight; I've seen my uncles fight in the street, I've seen my grandmother fight in the street, it becomes normal.