Quote by Laura Elliot Download Open image ““Terrace. Street lamps pool the pavements and”” — Laura Elliot ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Lampposts look, in the glow of their defeated light, robbed by the fog, but cannot tell if the streets, lying by stretching limbs in… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“...there's nothing more lovely than your lamplight, seen from a dark street...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“And it is strange: a few moments after the cars that brought us down drive off, I become aware that already I have discovered something new. Because we do not have a place of our own, nor will have for the next three days, we must invent one. I catch myself, and the eyes of one or two others, searching… — Alexander Masters Copy Share
“After that long of more named pavements than he’d care to count, Profane had grown a little leery of streets, especially streets like this.… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“The white façades of the villas and apartment houses were like blocks of time that had crystallised beside the road.” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“The sun shined and winked through wind-rustled leaves to paint the roadway with an ever-shifting mosaic of light and shadows.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There’s no way out. – You’ll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself, just as it was: Night, the canal’s rippled icy surface, The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.” — Alexander Blok Copy Share
I started noticing how stained the pavements are in London. The pavements in Beverly Hills aren't used; in London, they're used for everything. It… — Julie Christie Copy Share Image
“Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
“You look out of the car window on your right and are surprised to find that the narrow, worn strip that carries you has… — Mourid Barghouti Copy Share Image
“Revenge has a strange taste, not sweet, nor nasty, just unpalatable, like prison food.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Revealing secrets gave them life. They mutated and were transformed once they belonged to someone else” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Perception makes a lot of noise and the truth can get lost in the hubbub.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“A teenager going out at night without her phone was akin to a snail leaving the shelter of its protective shell.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“He had always imagined madness as a flailing hysteria, subdued only by restraint or drugs. Not this dulled indifference that slowed his footsteps and… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“The graffiti on display was a microcosm of the world outside. Undying vows of love, initials entwined. Hatreds twisted into tight, hard angles. Flourishes… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Hell was his dead niece whose disappearance had shattered everything he had taken for granted: trust, love, friendship, family bonds.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“When does an idea become a plan, he wondered; a plan turn to action and gain an irreversible thrust? Like a snake, he was… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
