Cities Quote by Mason Cooley Download Open image “As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.” — Mason Cooley ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cities Cold Crosses Feels Hurrying Pavement Unchanging
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder every burden every disadvantage I've learned to manage. I don't have a gun to brandish.… — Lin-Manuel Miranda Copy Share Image
When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets… — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
“A city is a strange place for dawn. The sun just can't seem to make any headway in the cold streets” — Steve Toltz Copy Share Image
Winter makes me want to rage. You know how there's road rage? I feel like in New York or upstate New York, you're just… — Liza Lapira Copy Share Image
“Cold has a thousand ways of moving in the world: on the sea it gallops like a troop of horses, on the countryside it… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“London is actually a beautiful place when the weather's good; the mood is lighter and everybody's smiling. But for the other 350 days a… — Craig Taylor Copy Share Image
“My stomach turns the closer I get to my destination. The forest on both sides of the road runs deep and dark. There’s still… — Z.L. Arkadie Copy Share Image
I get cold really quickly, but I don't care. I like weather. I never understand why people move someplace so that they can avoid… — Holly Hunter Copy Share Image
I love walking along the coastal paths. I'm used to the rain but I hate the cold. — Tara Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void. — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of… — John Gay Copy Share Image
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived. — Mason Cooley 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