2,405 Quotes About Cities

  • Author Donna Tartt
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    They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover.

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  • Author Fernando Torres
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    My son is a Liverpool fan, and he was already kicking a ball before he was one. He was born in the football city, he had no choice.

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  • Author Fritz Todt
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    The ever increasing spiritual damage caused by life within the big city will make this hunger practically uncontrollable when we build here on this the landscape of our homeland we must be clear that we will protect its beauty.

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  • Author Fritz Todt
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    The German landscape is something unique that we cannot disturb and have no right to destroy. The more densely populated our 'living space' becomes with settlements, the greater our hunger will grow for unspoilt nature. The ever increasing spiritual damage caused by life within the big city will make this hunger practically uncontrollable... when we build here on this the landscape of our homeland we must be clear that we will protect its beauty; and in places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.

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  • Author George Tenet
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    Over the next 15 years ... our cities will face ballistic missile threats from a wider variety of actors -- North Korea, probably Iran and possibly Iraq,

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  • Author Guillermo del Toro
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    The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.

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  • Author Harry S Truman
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    Washington is a very easy city for you to forget where you came from and why you got there in the first place.

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  • Author Henry David Thoreau
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    When my hoe tinkled against the stones, that music echoed to the woods and the sky, and was an accompaniment to my labor which yielded an instant and immeasurable crop. It was no longer beans that I hoed, nor I that hoed beans; and I remembered with as much pity as pride, if I remembered at all, my acquaintances who had gone to the city to attend the oratorios.

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