Under the right circumstances, a tiny spark can grow into an inferno that can overcome an entire city. So can an idea.
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
In Burgundy and in the cities of the South the tree of Liberty was planted. That is to say, a pole topped by the revolutionary red bonnet.
I found love in the City of Love. Not Paris, but Philadelphia. It wasn’t romantic, but more of a brotherly kind of love.
Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.
What I read told me that the Mankindman was a strange creature which stand on to legs. It seems to be a man from both sides; maybe all sides are man!
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.
Home isn't just a house or a city or a place; home is what happens when you're brave enough to love people.
It's the story of the City of Women; of how it came to be, how it flourished, and how it was destroyed by a reckless and irrevocable act of mercy.
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.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Fear is the most insidious of weaknesses. You must learn to raze it from your soul, or risk defeat in all you do.
As the sun lowered into the city's skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people's hopes rising.
Por menos valor que tenha a vida quando é desperdiçada, vale, contudo, a pena defendê-la. Se assim não fosse, não custaria abandoná-la.
In this city [Palermo] . . . it's the souls of the dead who bring presents to the children. . . . We go to the cemetery to ask the dead for toys.
The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.
And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .
The clouds blanketed the city, and the rain sounded like bricks hitting the roof. I hope my cat’s not still sleeping up there.
There's no dignity, no decency, or health today for men that haven't got a job. All other things depend on work today.
I wonder what city Grover Cleveland is from. Probably Cincinnati.
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.
