Quotes About Street

Bad guys from my side of the street have decided to destroy Chicago. And every monster and weirdo in Chicago has turned out to fight them.

When I moved to the East Village in the late seventies, I wanted to be a street performer, so I practiced daily. I never did work up the skills or the courage to perform on the street, though.

When hes late for dinner, I know hes either having an affair or is lying dead in the street. I always hope its the street.

I was Christmas shopping and ran into a guy on the street. I noticed his watch and said that it runs slow. He said, "So does the guy I stole it from."

I was in a movie called 'Vanishing on 7th Street,' and that was my first leading role in a movie. It's an apocalyptic thriller, and it's really cool. It's the first movie I ever shot.

I'm afraid that if I raced you on the street I'd push you to your death.

why the United States, the wealthiest nation in the world, has emerged as a pressure cooker for producing destitute addicts embroiled in everyday violence. Our challenge is to portray the full details of the agony and the ecstasy of surviving on the street as a heroin injector without beatifying or making a spectacle of the individuals involved

The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled "Tolerance.

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. I... uh... used to live in your house, I found myself answering. And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

And what's the address on Fear Street, Operator?" "We're not supposed to give that out, sir." "Come on. I promise I won't tell anybody." Cory laughed. Surprisingly, the operator laughed too. "I guess it's okay. It's my last night, anyway. It's Four Forty-four Fear Street." "Thanks a lot, Operator. You're a nice person:

It's so dark, I thought, studying it from the street. The whole house was covered in darkness, as if it were hiding in the shadows of the gnarled, old trees that bent over it.

Maybe if the death had occurred on the other side of the street, I'd be watching from here with different kids, acting as foolish. Maybe the difference between horror and holiday was just the width of an ordinary street.

Maybe the difference between horror and holiday was just the width of an ordinary street.

She sat watching the street and its businesses melt away in the thick tides of mist, partially re-form, and melt away again, over and over, as if some celestial power had ordered the end of the world but kept having second thoughts.

Some are street thugs who will kill you for the contents of your wallet or merely for the thrill of it.

There is no street with mute stones and no house without echoes. —Góngora

It's impossible to park on Tremont or even idle there for more than thirty seconds. A platoon of meter maids, imported from the female Hitler Youth shortly after the fall of Berlin, roam the street, at least two to a block, pit bull faces on top of fire hydrant bodies, just waiting for someone stupid enough to stall traffic on their street.

Han breaks a tangerine into sections and feeds them to her one by one. Then he cuts a lemon in half, sprinkles a spoonful of sugar over the cut top, and bites into it. Sirine looks around at the wandering palms and the dusty street. Just that morning the radio weatherman had said it would be an Indian summer scorcher. She slices open an avocado and sprinkles it with coarse salt before handing it to Han.

Relatively few who could be described as a Red-haired dejenerate Pox-ridden Usuring Son of a Bitch who skulks in Brothels when not drunk and comitting Riot in the Street, I imagine.

Grey took three steps back and watched as two little boys rushed out of the crowd, their faces bloated with fright, and ran off up the street.

THE WIG WOULD have been much too large, given Malcolm's round-headed resemblance to an oversize muskmelon, but Grey's own hair—yellow and noticeable, as Malcolm had so tactfully noted—was thick, and with it stuffed up inside the wig, the horsehair contrivance sat securely, if uncomfortably. He hoped that Malcolm didn't suffer from lice but forgot such minor concerns as he made his way through the throngs of people in the street outside La Punta.

Street food has always made life and living in Calcutta so much more easy and attractive.

There is something about street dogs, about rescues; they have this knowing sense about them.

A Ballad of Going Down to the Store First I went down to the street by means of the stairs, just imagine it, by means of the stairs. Then people known to people unknown passed me by and I passed them by. Regret that you did not see how people walk, regret! I entered a complete store: lamps of glass were glowing. I saw somebody - he sat down - and what did I hear? what did I hear? rustling of bags and human talk. And indeed, indeed, I returned. --Miron Bialoszewski (Poland, 1922-1983)