The City Quotes
Till your inner garden and your outer landscape will flourish
Give full attention to life’s moments and the images you capture will be everlasting.
The adventures of a lifetime begin with “Yes.
Whether you need to make a call or answer one, don’t put your passions on hold.
Fear not your flame as you flood your caverns with firelight.
You’d be surprised who will back down when you speak up.
No map? No problem. Let commitment and determination lead the way.
Want more fizz in your life? Shake things up.
Practice trust in small matters for huge returns in the large ones.
Nothing is lost in a stumble, only in the refusal to get up.
The alchemy of diamonds from the rough is to mine every moment.
Experiment with grounding yourself with who you are, not what you do.
Those who walk the talk get the work.
As long as you’re breathing, it’s never too late to reconnect with a long-held love.
If you’ve broken any promises you’ve made to yourself, now is the time to make up for it.
When you look for beauty, you usually end up finding it.From Central Park Song (A Screenplay)
You might find me cleverly clad, in black on black, at 28th and 7th Ave.
Meantime the Newspaper of Record goes around in a little pleated skirt shaking pompoms, leaping in the air with an idiot grin if so much as a cement mixer passes by.
New York presented a paradox. While foreigners thought of New York has the symbol of America, many Americans viewed the city with some suspicion as the country's most foreign.
New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.
WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK????TIME!CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY.
To paraphrase Shakespeare’s Polonius, you sometimes have to get your hands a little dirty to set things straight.
Bernier turned in her chair, smiled, and shook their hands. Dana’s heart skipped a beat as she stood inches away from one of New York’s most glamorous and adored women.
Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party.
What I love about New York: the faster and more recklessly my cab driver drives the safer and all around better I feel.
One of my favorite things to do is put my headphones on, blast some good music and just walk my own personal music video
That's the problem with being born in New York, the old newsman observed a little sadly. You've got no New York to run away to.
How about a drop of something to cut the phlegm?Why don't you stay sober today?We didn't come to New York to stay sober.
His laugh and his voice were both pleasant. He talked the way New Yorkers used to talk before they learned to talk Flatbush.
Oh, Williamsburg. There was a point when you seemed like a scary, tough neighborhood, but now it's obvious that the graffiti on your walls gets put there by art students.
In the 1970s in New York everyone slept till noon.
If you think you’ll find intellectual stimulation, you’re thinking of another era. The conversations are invariably about money or property or schools. I’ve never been more bored by casual chat.
Every great wave of popular passion that rolls up on the prairies is dashed to spray when it strikes the hard rocks of Manhattan.
I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they've ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn't know, because I won't ever dare ask that question.
Most New Yorkers spent their lives somewhere between the fruit cart and the fifth floor. To see the city from a few hundred feet above the riffraff was pretty celestial. We gave the moment its due.
It cannot be done all at once. To overpower vertigo - the keeper of the abyss- one must tame it, cautiously.
The pulse of New York City can be found on the bent elbows of the patrons in Pete's Tavern.
We played this game from the west village to the upper east side til around midnight when the Chrysler building was far behind us and we weren’t sure if we were in love anymore.
Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals coming toward me in little old Bagdad-on-the-Subway. I strike the asphalt three times with my forehead and get ready to spiel yarns for my supper.
What happened yesterday was obviously a mistake, and it will never be spoken of again. Goodbye forever.
The days had become a confusion of catastrophes
