Quotes About Street

I really think this is why people have faces, to hide their souls. Has to be, or every street… would be a passage through hell.

I keep telling you, you don't pay enough attention to the minor characters. A novel should be like a street full of strangers, where no more than two or three people are known to us in depth.

On a blazing, dusty street corner in the broken city, he took the chapbook out of his coat pocket, and slid off the strap. He found his pen – an antique plunger-action fountain, for his traditionalist tastes applied as much to the means of marking as what should be marked – and began to write.

Born in the Village. My mom still lives on Bleeker Street. I went to the performing arts high school.

I guess my earliest football memories are of playing in the street and also the little pitches at school. I joined the local football team in my village when I was small, but we would play only once or twice a week. I honed my skills just by playing for fun with friends after school.

I was a street-guy villain. I was a street-corner villain. I was an illiterate villain. All rough edges.

I find my dress sense tends to be a bit of a mixture between high fashion and unique vintage pieces with a little bit of street trends. For example, I might find a really nice, suede dinner jacket that I'd wear with a basic plain white shirt and some chinos and a pair of Nike trainers.

I did not have a very in-depth knowledge of 'Star Trek'. I'd seen a couple of the vintage episodes. I knew just about as much as anyone on the street.

I am just like a common woman who love shopping in Sarojni Nagar and Janpath. I am the one who shops on Indian street, in malls of Dubai and even vintage stores of London and New York.

When it kind of went to 'Street Fighter', where you had to push 13 buttons with all 13 of your fingers and ripped the spine out of somebody, you know, violent games lost the women. Complexity lost the casual gamer.

After I did 'Brooklyn,' I did about five or six violent films in one way or another, and not always with me being the bad guy, but something violent about it to keep the street cred up, really.

I think the large part of the function of the Internet is it is archival. It's unreliable to the extent that word on the street is unreliable. It's no more unreliable than that. You can find the truth on the street if you work at it. I don't think of the Internet or the virtual as being inherently inferior to the so-called real.

I think my recognizability ebbs and flows. I don't lead a particularly celebrity lifestyle or anything like that. I don't go to showbiz parties or red-carpet events, so it all depends on whether I've got a film out. I've not been very visible in the last year or so and as a result hardly anyone stops me in the street.

Cowboy!" she hollered. Every man on the street turned to stare at her.

Dodger knelt beside Sterling. "Greystone, you have to understand we come from the streets. When Frannie was a young girl, we weren't able to stop someone from hurting her very badly. The four of us swore an oath that we'd die before we let anyone harm her again. It's a vow we will keep." Sterling lay where he was long after Dodger left. He had been correct about one thing: they did love her.

Here's to Mulberry Jane She made jam when she came Somebody cut off her feet Now jelly rolls in the street.

This part of rue Ste.-Catherine wasn't so much an artery as an intestine.

As we passed a bloke playing a saxophone underneath one of the arches, he put down the sax and started doing a juggling thing with his hands. It was a bit peculiar, though, because, as I said to Jas, "He hasn't got any balls.

band mates, audiences or bewildered passers-by on the street. Anyone, as long as he could make a connection. His was not a persona applied for a performance and removed at the end of the evening along with the gold lamé suit,

she would freeze and be no help when the danger came. These street girls were never as tough as they made out.

He's crazy, Bruno said, twirling a finger in circles around the side of his head and whistling to indicate just how crazy he thought he was. He went up to a cat on the street the other day and invited her over for afternoon tea. What did the cat say? asked Gretel, who was making a sandwich in the corner of the kitchen. Nothing. explained Bruno. It was a cat.

You've been parking on the same street for years, yet you still have to fight for a spot? Find a street with less traffic.

The happiest business in all the world is that of making friends, And no investment on the street pays larger dividends, For life is more than stocks and bonds, and love than rate percent, And he who gives in friendship's name shall reap what he has

In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.