The City Quotes
It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.
Only criminals and madmen walk into Central Park after midnight...or, occasionally, an actor. (Dark City Lights)
You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?
There is no rural life in a countryman’s dream and there is no city life in a townsman’s dream! We often dream of the other shores, not our own shore!
There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to be shattered.
People say that Paris is the city of love, but for Raia, New York deserves the title more. It's imposible not to fall in love with the city like it's almost impossible not to fall in love in the city
... As could the sarcasm in her voice. "yes, she's bleeding to deat Lu upstairs, but i thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.
Perhaps there's an innate human emotion inside us all that when we are presented with something we don't understand, we immediately want to kill it.
The emerald life of shepherds always reminds us the romantic and humble life we have lost due to living in the cities!
There are some cities in the world, they would have looked much more beautiful had they never been a city and İstanbul is such a city!
A city man taking the picture of a donkey and behaving like he has seen an alien creature must absolutely be photographed as he is certainly more interesting than the donkey itself!
Not that the man needed clothes. God meant for that piece of perfection to have nothing masking the luscious, tanned flesh stretched taut over beautiful muscles.
I didn't drink, I told him, with that embarrassed feeling I got whenever I was reminded that I had a body, that I looked like anything at all.
I've been sleeping with the night light unpluggedWith a note on the rocking chairIt says I'm dreaming of the life I once lovedSo wake me if you're out there
Living close to the groundIs seventh Heaven 'cause there are angels all aroundAmong my frivolous thoughtsI believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronautsWake me if you're out there.
Even through the smoke, you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.
Honestly I don't know why i have these parties""Because of your cat""That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort
Cairo is in a state of becoming… We just don't know what it's becoming yet.
A funny thing happened post-diagnosis. They put him on drugs, things went up and down, but he lived. He lived. It was like a waiting room where they kept not calling your name.
No one blames her.""That never matters, " said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.
She now saw that she wanted a boy to do more than follow her in blind devotion. She wanted a boy to challenge her, to tell her about things she'd never thought of, to show her new points of view.
Youth is marked by a breathtaking novelty that diminishes with each year of age - until life becomes a delusive struggle to break routines, escape the ordinary, and rediscover the joy of discovery.
No life form on this planet undergoes such a slow and graceful death as the tobacco leaf.
If performance of duty is part of excellence, then it should give satisfaction and happiness.
Wisdom clears the mind of delusions thus making it more focused to achieve excellence.
Her eyes were glistening, but for some reason he couldn't reach out and touch her. It was like some gestures were so simple they were beyond him.
He is a Shadowhunter, ” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.”“He’s my friend, ” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.
A city is not adorned by external things, but by the virtue of those who dwell in it.
Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters
The water glittered under the moon’s careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.
Famous revolutionary, ' you say, and the laughter pumps out of your chest like blood, great almost painful spurts of it splashing up the building faces toward the marquee moon.
These were the new girls of New York- complete with rapid heartbeats from too much nicotine and coffee. They were nervous and fluttery but completely alluring- the new face of urban femininity.
In his mind, the city, as it awoke from its slumber, seemed to be built on quicksand. The stability was illusory.
they'd become unaccustomed to the brightness of their own city, and, faced with it now in all its intensity, they cupped their hands over their eyes as if staring into the sun.
The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.
This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.
Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.
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Even the kids, behind the slice of streetscape floating in the glass, had mastered the art of pretending not to see.
We are relatives at the village and yet we become strangers in the city
The dollar bills attached to her hips fluttered to the rug of the small square stage, like the first flakes of winter in the Bronx. (Dark City Lights)
Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.
At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.