Best 86 quotes in «street quotes» category

Alecto, have you noticed how downhill this little island is becoming?” Mandy questioned sadly. “All these organic food stores and yoga studios and cellular phone towers… Cape Breton was one of the only places left where it still had that nostalgic small town atmosphere but now… I’ve only been away for a year, how could things have changed so quickly? I mean, how can the world accept it?” “C'est la vie,” said Alecto, looking extremely tired as he stared out the window at the late November maple keys fluttering down from vibrantly red trees lining the streets on either side of the windshield.

Adulthood is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an aeroplane.

An invitation of a beautiful street is an invitation to walk within a dream!

A silent street always welcome a good music!

A street full of trees must always be preferred to a street made of gold!

A street full of shadows will teach you what life is much better than the street full of lights!

Backpackers can pack much more meows than baggers. Beggars never feed stray cats as street cats are self-sustaining.

CAME" - Crownless Ambition Must Emerge - Genereux Philip

Charity begins on the street when you are homeless.

Do you feel it? It’s a heightening of the senses, the kind that immobilizes a cat crossing the street, transfixed by the blinding headlights of a speeding car. You know you have to head for cover, run as far and as fast as your legs can carry you. But you can’t. You just have to know what’s coming—even if it kills you.

Every beautiful street is a port of happiness!

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

Here is a beautiful game you can play: Go to a pretty street you have never been to; don’t look for anything and let the things find you! Never forget that those who look for nothing will always look more attractive!

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow for I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired but empty and weary from drinking too much at all times and I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak for I don’t speak much at all and my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too much or not at all and never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am not a poem but an elegy at my best but unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that, but others are not.

If you can’t build with them, don’t chill with them

If you know the art of finding some things in a quite empty street, then you know the art of happiness!

I have to hurt other people in order to get what I want, I don’t have a choice but to. In life, you gotta do the right things for the wrong reasons. Or the wrong things for the right reasons.

‪I’m different from those boys ‬

I stood there on the corner of the street, I held on to your hand, I looked into your eyes, And all you responded with was, "move on

I wish in the city of your heart you would let me be the street where you walk when you are most yourself. I imagine the houses: It has been raining, but the rain is done and the children kept home have begun opening their doors.

Let us go to an ordinary street to feel that life is beautiful with all the ordinary things, with cats around, with children playing, with laundries hanged out, with people wandering aimlessly!

Never Underrate A Street Boy With Wifi

Only Broke / Small minded people believes everything is expensive.

Pick a leader who will make their citizens proud. One who will stir the hearts of the people, so that the sons and daughters of a given nation strive to emulate their leader's greatness. Only then will a nation be truly great, when a leader inspires and produces citizens worthy of becoming future leaders, honorable decision makers and peacemakers. And in these times, a great leader must be extremely brave. Their leadership must be steered only by their conscience, not a bribe.

...And we left the light for the night of the street

Cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. do it swiftly and violently and without remorse.

Don't kill the high because you are low,Don't.

Don't you love those crazy Brits? Jumpers for sweaters and spots for zits. And when they want to change their suits, It's in a box, not a booth. Be a hero, make a call. Steepest streets might make you fall.

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street.

For a cheerful spirit, a dark street is just another bright street!

FORKED BRANCHES We grew up on the same street, You and me. We went to the same schools, Rode the same bus, Had the same friends, And even shared spaghetti With each other's families. And though our roots belong to The same tree, Our branches have grown In different directions. Our tree, Now resembles a thousand Other trees In a sea of a trillion Other trees With parallel destinies And similar dreams. You cannot envy the branch That grows bigger From the same seed, And you cannot Blame it on the sun's direction. But you still compare us, As if we're still those two Kids at the park Slurping down slushies and Eating ice cream. Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)

God is my provider I brag different.

I am going to see you in every wall, every street, every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.

I call her Google, Because she got everything I'm searching for

I call her Google because she got everything I have been searching for.

I'd rather teach you how to make BREAD than give you a SLICE from my BREAD.

If a streetlight can make you sick, one can only wonder what exposure to a very high powered industrial LASER can do to you.

I find pieces of her In songs, book quotes, Even in the dismal corners Of macabre streets Hosting nobody except Failed men and women

If you are not selfish and greedy, you picked up riches along the street.

If you’re working class, they try to walk all over you. If you escape that and become a celebrity, they put you on walks of fame and name streets after you, so people can walk all over you in perpetuity.

‪I Have No Sympathy For Gossip Boys & Girls ‬

I have noticed a trend in premature deaths in the people that I know and the presence of streetlights outside of their homes.

In a simple street you can find the whole world: You can find joy and sorrow; you can find good and evil, silence and noise; you can find all the comedies and all the tragedies! An ordinary simple street is the mirror of the whole world!

In the shadows he could just make out a rough, ghostly wall that stood out in the pitch darkness. As if drawn by an irresistible black beacon, he slowly advanced step by step towards that incandescent wall of shale. Far off, the city was vanishing into the air. The fiesta disappeared somewhere beyond his eyelids. The wall was increasing in size, growing amidst a mixture of shadows and sparks. It was a wall of smoke from which sprouted candles that resembled asteroids. In fact, it was not one wall but two. Two tall, crackling walls, silently burning. But it wasn't two walls either. It was, in fact, a street.

It is not for nothing that an ominous feeling often attaches itself to a procession. In films and stories we see spectacles forming in the street and parades coming from around the corner, and we know to greet then with distrust and apprehension: their intent is still to be revealed.

It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.

Love will work no matter what job i have, what nationality I claim, or what street i live on. It will work even if i kiss a woman. and it does.

Mankind's obsession with money and greed has them going down a one way street to their demise.

Many are mad but few are roaming the streets