Cities Quote by Ilya Kaminsky Download Open image “Time, my twin, take me by the hand through the streets of your city” — Ilya Kaminsky ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cities Hands Streets Take me Time Twins
Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me. And do I… — Pink Floyd Copy Share Image
Take my hand, take me somewhere new. Where there's only me and you…a place where laughter and lovin shared for two...wherever you go take… — Lilybeth Copy Share Image
Here I am, baby. Come and take me. Here I am, baby. Come on and take me. Take me by the hand. — Ub40 Copy Share Image
Never have time to get out of your own | do not you post thatcomes Letter | What strange cityyou have yourself a stranger? — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
The more time went by, the more something just happened, an Oh my god - I want to love someone freely and walk down… — Ellen Page Copy Share Image
“In the city, strangers seldom meet beyond daily functions. Instead, they brush by with a haste and preoccupation that so defines a century of… — Joshua Krook Copy Share Image
Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home bound. Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way, through the… — Vanessa Carlton Copy Share Image
When we touch, in the dark, baby you're blowing my mind. Wish I could face you and me, in this moment in time. — Jason Derulo Copy Share Image
“I sleep on a tar roof scream my songs into lazy floods of stars… a white powder paddles through blood and heart and the… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
“A Ballad of Going Down to the Store First I went down to the street by means of the stairs, just imagine it, by… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“Author's Prayer If I speak for the dead, I must leave this animal of my body, I must write the same poem over and… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“I believe that no great lyric poet ever speaks in the so-called “proper” language of his or her time. Emily Dickinson didn’t write in… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
But in the secret history of anger--one man's silence / lives in the bodies of others. — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“One would think of a boy laying syllables with his tongue onto a woman’s skin: those are lines sewn entirely of silence.” — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“I will praise your madness, and in a language not mine, speak of music that wakes us, music in which we move. For whatever… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
Public infrastructure around the world is facing unprecedented stress, with hurricanes, cyclones, floods and forest fires all increasing in frequency and intensity. It's easy… — Naomi Klein Copy Share Image
Surely, if Mother Nature had been consulted, she would never have consented to building a city in New Orleans. — Mortimer Zuckerman Copy Share Image
Cities are 2% of the earth's crust, but they are 50% of the world's population. — Carlo Ratti Copy Share Image
A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
All Germany was in turmoil. Revolutionaries seized power in the cities of Munich, Hanover and Cologne. One regional German government after another was toppled… — James Cross Giblin Copy Share Image
Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away. — Patrick Modiano Copy Share Image
I know of not one Republican candidate that would not appear publicly with Mitt Romney and I know many Democrats that don't even want… — Pete Sessions Copy Share Image
Just between you and me, shouldn’t the World Bank be encouraging MORE migration of the dirty industries to the LDCs [Less Developed Countries]?... I… — Lawrence Summers Copy Share Image
We will neglect our cities to our peril, for in neglecting them we neglect the nation. — John F. Kennedy Copy Share Image
I didn't know the city at all, but I was so happy to be in New York I cried. I was so excited. — Greta Gerwig Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image