Best 103 quotes in «urban quotes» category

Rămase câteva minute pe pod, privind o barcă ce se îndepărta încet. Un cuplu se lăsa purtat de apă. Erau un el şi o ea foarte fericiţi, pierduţi unul în privirea celuilalt. Cum de au cuplurile această lumină, parcă radiază ca un corp ceresc. Iubirea… numai iubirea are această putere! Şi totuşi, iubirea era foarte departe de ea. Erau momente, ca acesta, când şi-ar fi dorit să iubească, să fie iubită, când avea nevoie de cineva care s-o ţină în braţe sau alături de care să se trezească dimineaţa. Amintirile însă reveneau şi o întorceau din drum.

She stared at the bullwhip coiled Indiana Jones-style at his narrow waist, then at the black-handled dagger sheathed on his right hip. An obsidian rapier--Fae-forged and unbreakable--almost merged with one of the taped seams that ran down the sides of his pants. He even wore a dagger gunslinger-style at his hip. Dear Goddess, the man was a walking arsenal, but he was sexy as hell.

Salah satu bentuk kemalasan seorang perempuan adalah untuk mencari jati diri yang selanjutnya paska berumahtangga. Rasa kenyamanan memang bisa menghancurkan.

She is drawn to the river, and all its hideous, dead-eyed treasures: rot-bloated cats, and cold-meat corpses of unwanted infants, eels plucking at their tender fingers and toes.

She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

Sometimes sanity just means the ability to recognize the end of the road when you reach it.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don’t see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.

The two big cities of Australia are tonally as distinct from each other as Boston is from L.A. or Lyon from Marseilles.

The world grows ever complex. More urban. Less peaceful.

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me. It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love. And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn’t even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man’s loyalty and devotion. --Rocky Evans

This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.

To Me, The Best Part Of Success, Is The Journey!

Tony's concern disintegrated. He could not understand C.J.'s determination to court death on a daily basis. Or maybe he did understand, and this was what caused his frustration. So many found the same solution his brother had. Selling death to their own people. The money was a difficult lure to resist. Additionally, the fear elicited from their hard core posturing proved nearly as addictive. They demanded to be heard, even though it didn't seem they had much to say. Perhaps the futility and smallness that characterized their lives was too overwhelming to articulate in any manner other than a primitive, incoherent scream. Maybe it was inevitable that those who felt they had no stake in society would opt to destroy it.

Toward the end of the Second World War, a new consciousness arose amongst the public and policy makers of the Western World. After ten years of crippling economic depression and another five at war, the public demanded something new from their disintegrating urban environments.

Si sentiva diversa da tutti, ma aveva ora in mano la prova tangibile di non essere l’unica creatura della terra a essere da meno al resto del mondo. Questa era una scoperta che apriva nuovi orizzonti. Doveva celare le conoscenze appena acquisite e scovare nuove notizie su quello che le accadeva intorno. Non voleva più essere una marionetta, non più soggiogata e imbarazzata dalla sua diversità. Quel libro le stava rivelando come non fosse la povera ra-gazzina deforme e incapace che aveva sempre creduto. Tra quelle pagine c’era una cosa che non aveva trovato e che fa-ceva sembrare tutti gli altri dei diversi. In quelle pagine non si parlava affatto di come difendersi dalla luce solare e non vi era descritto che dal suo calore ci si doveva nascondere nelle case. Non era il dono mortale di cui tanto aveva sentito parla-re. Da quello che c’era scritto si rischiava solo una lieve scot-tatura se la durata dell’esposizione era troppo prolungata, non la fine terrificante da lei sempre pensata, nulla di ciò di cui aveva tanto sentito parlare.

…So, um, you’re from Rochester? Like, New York?” Jersey asked. “Yup, we used to live out there,” Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. “You ever been?” “Naw, the closest I’ve ever been to there would be… well, believe it or not, New Jersey, the place where my parents named me after. It was crowded, polluted and full of crime… I loved it.

Staying relaxed was helping him cope with the drug induced juddering vision that could be best described as being like a Hitchcockian visual effect operated by a hyperactive squirrel that shook the whole universe closer and farther away. If you went with it, it was quite pleasant, as long as you didn't introduce any lateral movement like turning your head or the car. This caused the universe to try and slide away from underneath you. The other side effect was the constant feeling you ought to try to twist your head off, in a good way.

Thank God For Writing, As Now I Can Work Until My Last Breath!

That one brown house still had that hole in its garage door splintering like a chewed cookie smile, the hole the exact size and height of the car parked on the driveway in front of it.

The circumstances of everyday life were too demanding-and in American's great cities, appalling.

The city, to her, meant a few particular blocks - the best blocks - lying together in a neat rectangle, linked by arcades and department stores; three streets one way, cut by four at right angles, bound at the top by gardens, self-enclosed at the bottom and either end. Three or four times a week she walked the streets of these blocks, smelt the coffee, the flowers, the rich expensive leather, the cosmetics.

The cold is waiting to ooze through the soles of your shoes. Maggot-damp, this city is festering: home to hollow faces of grey flesh. They stare from windows unclean, into the sun never reaches: dismal lives lived in dismal constriction.

... Wajah-wajah pengendara adalah wajah para raja jalanan. Wajah-wajah yang mengusung semua lambang kekotaan; keakuan yang kental, manja, dan kemaruk luar biasa. Pamer. Ah, tetapi Karsim tahu, pamer diri itu penting. Karsim pernah mendengar itu diucapkan oleh dalang dalam sebuah pentas wayang.

We have so separated ourselves, person from person and group from group, in the city, that we have made hatred a dreadfully easy emotion. It comes to us as lightly and insidiously as the symptoms of an unconsciously harboured disease.

What did the mat say to the door? You must be really aDOORable to open up to everyone who knock at you. And I welcome everyone and what do I get? People stepping all over me

The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.

Urbanity provides us with so many ways to avoid people. Isn't that what distinguishes it from traditional rural life, where the onus, perhaps because it was difficult & rare, was more on greeting people?

What if there were health food stores on every corner in the hood, instead of liquor stores!?

When I was three years old and in my mother's arms, she looked down at me and said, "Son, the way I'm taking care of you now, when you get old, always have a woman to take care of you like this." Dig this! All I'm goin' do is rest and dress, buy gasoline and lean. I'm goin' buy diamond rings and have the best of everything. I'm goin' pimp whores.

You cannot defend your design without knowing what you're designing for.

You Can't Be A Hero To The World, If Your Aren't First A Hero In Your Home!

You Can't Change Your Life... Until You Change Your Heart, and You Can't Change Your Heart... Until You Change Your Mind!

You Can't Replace A Star with A Lightbulb

You Don't Have To Be A Crook To Be Successful!

Where did you meet?” he pressed on. I shrugged and considered a little rephrasing. “I was out for a run.” “From who?” I leaned back to take a long, very long, slow sip of that beer. Knox leaned forward. “I think we’re both bullsh*tting here, you ever play that card game?” “With my grandma, every Sunday after church.

...although I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own Machete and blood testing unit.

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.

Canada can be tough for urban music.

Architects and engineers are among the most fortunate of men since they build their own monuments with public consent, public approval and often public money.

Although you should respect venomous snakes and approach them with caution, most snakes you encounter in an urban environment are harmless and beneficial because they eat insects, mice and other rodents.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

I don't spend a lot of time in nature. Probably less than most people that live in urban Texas.

If a policeman must know the Constitution, then why not a planner?

If you're in an urban city like New York, the corner markets are fantastic sources for tulips and roses.

It has been discovered that with a dull urban population, all formed under a mechanical system of State education, a suggestion or command, however senseless and unreasoned, will be obeyed if it be sufficiently repeated.

I love to be in New York. And I think anybody who's a designer, who says they're doing an urban collection, thinks about the streets of New York. I cannot do an urban collection thinking of Bangkok. Or Mexico. To me, it's totally instant, totally connected with what attracts me these days. But this resurgence of a modern, cool way of being dressed is something that stimulates me and is totally right for me. Even now I don't like to show something that is some futuristic utopia.

Even if you live in New York City, you can have a little basil plant in your window, and that could be considered urban farming.

More often than what you're suggesting, I find people are surprised that I have an urban side to me.

I used to hate the urban environment and the urban din. But I realize now that it's really not that much different than living next to a waterfall for wildlife. Most wildlife - unless they're specifically adapted - avoid being around a waterfall or whitewater streams and rivers because it jams their sense of surveillance. They are more vulnerable, and their message loses intelligibility. Now, the ouzel is able to overcome that in various ways. Back to the urban environment, we're talking and delivering messages as if we weren't next to a waterfall, and that's a problem.

Urban design as a discipline barely exists in most American and Canadian cities. In Singapore, there are innovative transportation strategies at work.