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She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen from the sky, rearranged on Earth in patterns and pathways and towers. Invaded by weevils that have learned to walk upright.
— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Well… er -”“Expecting a rescue is beyond hope under the circumstances!” Sam Barthoff, Mayor of Atro City, interrupted grimly, throwing up his hands in hopelessness. “Hopeless!
— Christina Engela, High Steaks
Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere? If I wanted to run away then why come to the city? Because this is the place to hide. This is the place to be invisible. Anyone can be no one here, and I am someone that wants to be no one.
— Steven Wilson
Streets that follow like a tedious argumentOf insidious intentTo lead you to an overwhelming question...
— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
I could hear it from far away, that sound which only very big cities can produce: a sound consisting of all sounds rolled into one: the hum of voices and the cries of animals, bells ringing and the chink of coins, children's laughter and hammers beating metal, knives and forks clattering and a thousand doors slamming - the grandiose sound of life, of birth and death, itself.
— Walter Moers, The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear
But this city is a world of its own, a country within a country. People are used to taking the old and making it news; and used, too, to taking the new and making it old. Every glass of water from its taps, it is said, has passed six times through the kidneys of another, and every scrap of its land has been trodden on, fought over, dug up and broken down for centuries.
— Amanda Craig, Hearts and Minds
The San Francisco skyline sparkles in the distance, the bay spread out before it like a shark-infested welcome mat.
— T.T. Monday, Double Switch
I like the idea of living in a city - any city, especially a strange one - like the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, waling the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
There are times when Los Angeles is the most magical city on Earth. When the Santa Ana winds sweep through and the air is warm and so, so clear. When the jacaranda trees bloom in the most brilliant lilac violet. When the ocean sparkles on a warm February day and you're pushing fine grains of sand through your bare toes while the rest of the country is hunkered down under blankets slurping soup. But other times, like when the jacaranda trees drop their blossoms in an eerie purple rain, Los Angeles feels like only a half-formed dream. Like perhaps the city was founded as a strip mall in the early 1970s and has no real reason to exist. An afterthought from the designer of some other, better city. A playground made only for attractive people to eat expensive salads.
— Steven Rowley, Lily and the Octopus
She knows she is in Chicago. But she does not yet realize that she is in Illinois.
— Lydia Davis, Can't and Won't: Stories
In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature - or more like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organism. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity has passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city's moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.
— Haruki Murakamiurakami
The city had been built by people from innumerable elsewheres. It was a chaos of cultures ordered only by its long streets. It belonged to no one and never would, or maybe it was a million cities in one, unique to each of its inhabitants, belonging to whoever walked its streets.
— André Alexis, The Hidden Keys
Allowing ourselves to become pure point of view, we hang in midair over the city. What we see now is a gigantic metropolis waking up. Commuter trains of many colors move in all directions, transporting people from place to place. Each of those under transport is a human being with a different face and mind, and at the same time each is a nameless part of the collective identity. Each is simultaneously a self-contained whole and a mere part. Handling this dualism of theirs skillfully and advantageously, they perform their morning rituals with deftness and precision: brushing teeth, shaving, tying neckties, applying lipstick. They check the morning news on TV, exchange words with their families, eat, defecate.
— Haruki Murakami, After Dark
for the first time I am confronted with the fact that places and people are like things: both made of memories and meaningful to us in the same way: we construct ourselves in our conversations with them.
— Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great
It is not an individual act, architecture. You have to consider your client. Only out of that can you produce great architecture. You cannot work in the abstract.
— I.M. Pei
Life is architecture and architecture is the mirror of life.
— I.M. Pei
He needed to get away from the rush of the city, from the unceasing noise and annoying obligations.
— Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
I was born in a slum, but the slum wasn't born in me.
— Jesse Jackson
Things taste sweeter when you have some hunger left to linger. You feel it hunting your head for buried things
—  digging into the fractures of your breath warm and greedy.
a city is all about how you look at it
— Bilal Tanweer
My dear, you are not one person. You have many people in you, and each one can ask only some kinds of questions.
— Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great
Let's do it right. This is for the ages.
— I.M. Pei
You cannot defend your design without knowing what you're designing for.
— I.M. Pei
Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn’t everything. Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.
— Roald Dahl, James and the Giant Peach
this was an environment built, not for man, but for man's absence.
— J.G. Ballard, High-Rise
Without knowing it, he had constructed a gigantic vertical zoo, its hundreds of cages stacked above each other. All the events of the past few months made sense if one realised that these brilliant and exotic creatures had learned to open the doors.
— J.G. Ballard, High-Rise
the ragged skyline of the city resembled the disturbed encephalograph of an unresolved mental crisis.
— J.G. Ballard
It's a strange city... filled with things that are not obvious.
— A.M. Homes, This Book Will Save Your Life
If you don’t hear the crows of the roosters in the mornings, you are one cursed city fellow!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
When I come back to you, if I come back to you, will I know you? Will you be the city of my memory? Or will you be a stranger?
— Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs
I will not see you, she tells the city, but I will remember you.
— Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs
All night, snow.Open the window,stretch my arms out.Keep my eyes openin the white, whipping wind.There are few cars on the highway.The river's frozen in places.In a city that never stops,I can hardly hear anything.For tonight, the city gives mewhat I need.
— Cordelia Jensen, Skyscraping
The best thing to be in a city was anonymous. Failing that, however, notoriety would do.
— Michael Swanwick, Chasing the Phoenix
An age-old city is like a pond. With its colours and reflections. Its chills and murk. Its ferment, its sorcery, its hidden life.A city is like a woman, with a woman’s desires and dislikes. Her abandon and restraint. Her reserve - above all, her reserve.To get to the heart of a city, to learn its most subtle secrets, takes infinite tenderness, and patience sometimes to the point of despair. It calls for an artlessly delicate touch, a more or less unconditional love. Over centuries.Time works for those who place themselves beyond time.You’re no true Parisian, you do not know your city, if you haven’t experienced its ghosts. To become imbued with shades of grey, to blend into the drab obscurity of blind spots, to join the clammy crowd that emerges, or seeps, at certain times of day from the metros, railway stations, cinemas or churches, to feel a silent and distant brotherhood with the lonely wanderer, the dreamer in his shy solitude, the crank, the beggar, even the drunk - all this entails a long and difficult apprenticeship, a knowledge of people and places that only years of patient observation can confer.
— Jacques Yonnet
My visage high above your city,Shines like gold, but half as pretty.Arms I've none, but hands I've two:Mondo, mini, black not blue.Climb my stairs and have no fears, All that threatens are my gears.Tucked beneath the mightly wheel,An envelpe shall truth reveal.
— Megan Frazer Blakemore, The Friendship Riddle
Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.
— Alice Hoffman, The Marriage of Opposites
I could decorate a whole city with books!
— Sima Mittal
We get so used to the gregarious nature of our towns and villages that we forget how crowded our existence has become.
— Fennel Hudson, Wild Carp - Fennel's Journal - No. 4
There are great roads, beautiful bridges, lovely parks, gorgeous gardens and wonderful buildings in a big city. But there is something missing, something very important: The spirit of nature!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Every city has a single word that defines it, that identifies most poeple who live there. If you could read people's thoughts as they were passing you on the streets of any given place, you would discover that most of them are thinking the same thought. Whatever that majority thought might be - that is the word of the city. And if your personal word does not match the word of the city, then you don't really belong there.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
A city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time
— Patrick Geddes
I think no matter where you go, you'll be happy as long as you know why you're there.
— Rachel Kapelke-Dale, Graduates in Wonderland: The International Misadventures of Two (Almost) Adults
...all this convinced him that he had come to one of those revolting havens where pathetic depravity makes its abode, born of tawdry education and the terrible populousness of the capital. One of those havens where man blasphemously crushes and derides all the pure and holy that adorns life, where woman, the beauty of the world, the crown of creation, turns into some strange, ambiguous being, where, along with purity of soul, she loses everything feminine and repulsively adopts all the mannerisms and insolence of a man, and ceases to be that weak, that beautiful being so different from us.
— Nikolai Gogol, The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol
Since its sudden birth the city had expanded, swallowing up acre upon acre of the surrounding grasslands and drawing thousands into its domain. Hardly built on the most advantageous ground, miles from the open waters, decades from the mines at the mountain summits, it yet remained the only settlement of note on the isle. This sprawling mass of a city, once a compact kingdom, was now the keystone of the Castilian Empire.
— R.D. Shanks, A Reverie of Brothers
It is perfectly banal to establish a city in the middle of nature but it is perfectly extraordinary to establish nature in the middle of a city! Ordinary nations do the first, extraordinary nations do the second!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
And when spring comes to the City people notice one another in the road; notice the strangers with whom they share aisles and tables and the space where intimate garments are laundered. going in and out, in and out the same door, they handle the handle; on trolleys and park benches they settle thighs on a seat in which hundreds have done it too. Copper coins dropped in the palm have been swallowed by children and tested by gypsies, but it’s still money and people smile at that. It’s the time of year when the City urges contradiction most, encouraging you to buy street food when you have no appetite at all; giving you a taste for a single room occupied by you alone as well as a craving to share it with someone you passed in the street. Really there is no contradiction—rather it’s a condition; the range of what an artful City can do. What can beat bricks warming up to the sun? The return of awnings. The removal of blankets from horses’ backs. Tar softens under the heel and the darkness under bridges changes from gloom to cooling shade. After a light rain, when the leaves have come, tree limbs are like wet fingers playing in woolly green hair. Motor cars become black jet boxes gliding behind hoodlights weakened by mist. On sidewalks turned to satin figures move shoulder first, the crowns of their heads angled shields against the light buckshot that the raindrops are. The faces of children glimpsed at windows appear to be crying, but it is the glass pane dripping that makes it seem so.
— Toni Morrison, Jazz
The silhouettes of Lovat now dominated the skyline. Nine levels stretching skyward. Five hundred meters high at its apex. Each level housing buildings of various sizes sagged on the backs of buildings below. Thousands of sodium lamps twinkled in their recesses.Lovat was the oldest and largest city on the coast, and it showed its age by the haphazard mess it had become. Roads rose and dipped, elevators and staircases criss-crossed, and floors would end and then begin across the city leaving large empty spaces between levels.
— K.M. Alexander, The Stars Were Right
We all tend to think of ourselves as the last unsinning inhabitants of whatever place we live in. We don't usually recognize ourselves as participants in its destruction.
— David                  Owen, Green Metropolis: What the City Can Teach the Country About True Sustainability
Everything has been planned. The ascent will be completed in two days’ time. He will climb another one hundred floors today. Another hundred the next day. He does not want to take the lift. The rush of life causes people to drown in the temporary. He wishes to dip into eternity before he leaves.
— Isa Kamari, The Tower
For him, the kampung was a place to live and work that was based on a steadfast and intimate relationship between man and nature. The village was a true reflection of life in the tropics.
— Isa Kamari, The Tower
This is what I’ve always loved about a city, all the worlds hidden away inside, largest of aquariums.
— David Vann, Aquarium
Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.
— Patrick Modiano, Rue des boutiques obscures
What is the purpose of a city if not to grant the greatest of gifts, anonymity?
— Rabih Alameddine, I, The Divine: A Novel in First Chapters
There’s a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork, greatest of Discworld c
— Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
Never follow the crowd....Until and unless you're crossing the road...
— Sanhita Baruah
Cities also believe they are the work of the mind or of chance, but neither the one nor the other suffices to hold up their walls. You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours. or to the question it asks you, forcing you to answer, like Thebes through the mouth of the Sphinx.
— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
So now I lye by Day and toss or rave by Night, since the ratling and perpetual Hum of the Town deny me rest: just as Madness and Phrensy are the vapours which rise from the lower Faculties, so the Chaos of the Streets reaches up even to the very Closet here and I am whirl'd about by cries of Knives to Grind and Here are your Mouse-Traps. I was last night about to enter the Shaddowe of Rest when a Watch-man, half-drunken, thumps at the Door with his Past Three-a-clock and his Rainy Wet Morning. And when at length I slipp'd into Sleep I had no sooner forgot my present Distemper than I was plunged into a worse: I dreamd my self to be lying in a small place under ground, like unto a Grave, and my Body was all broken while others sung. And there was a Face that did so terrifie me that I had like to have expired in my Dream. Well, I will say no more.
— Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor
I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city.
— Chaim Potok, My Name Is Asher Lev
Is your life really so bad? This city is full of opportunities –”“Can you call it a city?” Marcus asked. “No gymnasium, no theatre, no forum? Where is the life a Roman man should lead?
— Matthew  Johnson, Irregular Verbs and Other Stories
A man should never wear shorts in the city. Flip-flops and shorts in the city are never appropriate. Shorts should only be worn on the tennis court or on the beach.
— Tom Ford
There seems to be a different Chicago around every street corner, behind every bar, and within every apartment, two-flat, cottage, or bungalow. City of immigrants or city of heartless plutocrats, say what you will, Chicago almost defies interpretation. In many ways Chicago is like a snake that sheds its skin every thirty years or so and puts on a new coat to conform to a new reality.
— Dominic A. Pacyga, Chicago: A Biography
@K11, Urban farming; It’s something nice and warm for families and kids, but also references elements of the city. Urban Farming is very important for Shanghainese people because the city has lost its connection with nature. When you buy fruit or vegetables it’s just that - a product - for kids and us, we wanted to reconnect this with the amazing process of growing plants. People need this, urban farming connects people with their roots. In this way it’s also educational
— Baris Gencel
Who said Hong Kong too small? In size perhaps but not in it`s soul and personality. Every corner in this city giving you full of surprises, if not every hour but at least every day….
— Baris Gencel
…my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)
— Carlos Fuentes
In photographs taken from the sky, cities resembled circuit boards. It was no surprise, really, that there were sparky misfirings, dangerous connections. Even traffic, Alice concluded, set up a kind of static in the air, let loose vibrations and uncontainable agitation. Freighted with more than they could absorb, with city intentions, citizens moved in designs of inexplicable purpose.
— Gail Jones, Dreams Of Speaking
New York had saved him, in a very real way. It had pushed and prodded him with its impatient and sharp fingers, reminding him on a daily basis during that jittery first year that it didn't really give a goddamn whether he sank or swam. He liked its selfishness and its generosity and its propensity for flipping the bird to the rest of the world.
— Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge
Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had seen, and he was surprised to find it filled with color. It was a city of red brick and white stone, red buses and large black taxis, bright red mailboxes and green grassy parks and cemeteries.It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, not uncomfortably, but without respect; a city of shops and offices and restaurants and homes, of parks and churches, of ignored monuments and remarkably unpalatial palaces; a city of hundreds of districts with strange names - Crouch End, Chalk Farm, Earl's Court, Marble Arch - and oddly distinct identities; a noisy, dirty, cheerful, troubled city, which fed on tourists, needed them as it despised them, in which the average speed of transportation through the city had not increased in three hundred years, following five hundred years of fitful road-widening and unskillful compromises between the needs of traffic, whether horse-drawn, or, more recently, motorized, and the need of pedestrians; a city inhabited by and teeming with people of every color and manner and kind.
— Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
An advanced city is not a place where the poor move about in cars, rather it’s where even the rich use public transportation
— Enrique Penalosa
Ah, what sights and sounds and pain lie beneath that mist. And we had thought that our hard climb out of that cruel valley led to some cool, green and peaceful, sunlit place---but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins. But put on your crown, my Queen, and we will build a New City on these ruins.
— Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice
What are you thinking?” he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.“That the city looks different depending on whom I’m seeing it with.”He nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. “I notice different things,” I continued. “Like with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings – the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.”“Reflections?” he asked quietly.“They are.” I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. “You’re there,” I said. “That’s how they’re different.
— Jessica Hawkins, Come Alive
He realised that in a town a man cannot live as he wishes, but as other people wish.
— John Vaillant, The Tiger: A True Story of Vengeance and Survival
One is too precious about the past, the other too hungry for the future. One arm being dragged into the past by the ethics of historic preservation, the other being yanked towards a hopeful (bigger, brighter, better) future.
— Winy Maas, Visionary Cities. Urgencies for the City of the Future
A city finds its life through the humans who inhabit it. When they go, what is truly left? Just silent stones, witnesses to the history but mute in its telling, remaining thus while slowly turning to rubble. It saddens me that life’s moments are thus lost, that one cannot experience the past in the same rich vibrancy as the present. You live the moments and then relegate them to memory, now just two-dimensional shadows, pictures without depth, stripped of their purest emotion, their tactile connections no longer accessible. You try to recall, but can bring back only a fraction of the event lived. The rest is gone, never to be as full and complete as it was in that one place at that one time. That was what I thought as I studied these stone remains; that all the tangible things experienced here abide somewhere in time, but can never again be wholly re-animated, now just ghosts imbedded in the crumbling walls and in the fading memories of those who once lived here.
— Michael  Puttonen, Disrupter
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime,With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats;And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets.And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine;And death stalks in on the struggling crowd—But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine
— George Washington Sears, Woodcraft and Camping
For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
A city full of art is a city full of wit!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The first sight of the Rapstone Valley is of something unexpectedly isolated and uninterruptedly rural
—  a solitary jogger is the only outward sign of urban pollution.
Vasco bought a bottle of vodka to celebrate and they drank it in the old sailors' graveyard in Mangrove South. This was where the funeral business had first put down its roots. Over the wall, between two warehouses, Jed could just make out the Witch's Fingers, four long talons of sand that lay in the mouth of the river. Rumour had it that, on stormy nights a century ago, they used to reach out, gouge holes in passing ships, and drag them down. Hundreds of wrecks lay buried in that glistening silt. The city's black heart had beaten strongly even then. There was one funeral director, supposedly, who used to put lamps out on the Fingers and lure ships to their doom.
— Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million cigarette burns. Weeds and spit and oil. Place like this, the only glitter was the knife just before it sank in. Place like this, there wasn't any gold.
— Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments
— Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
You can never make a city as clean as the nature itself. To do this, you must completely demolish the city and convert it into the pure nature.
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I'm in love with New York. It matches my mood. I'm not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever heightened life. I love the proportions, the amplitude, the brilliance, the polish, the solidity. I look up at Radio City insolently and love it. It's all great, and Babylonian. Broadway at night. Cellophane. The newness. The vitality. True, it is only physical. But it's inspiring. Just bring your own contents, and you create a sparkle of the highest power. I'm not moved, not speechless. I stand straight, tough and I meet the impact. I feel the glow and the dancing in everything. The radio music in the taxis, scientific magic, which can all be used lyrically. That's my last word. Give New York to a poet. He can use it. It can be poetized. Or maybe that's mania of mine, to poetize. I live lightly, smoothly, actively, ears or eyes wide open, alert, oiled! I feel the glow and the dancing in every thing and the tempo is like that of my blood. I'm at once beyond, over and in New York, tasting it fully.
— Anaïs Nin
In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.
— Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things
Chicago does not go to the world, the world comes to Chicago! Who needs New York? Who has taller buildings than our tall buildings? Who's got a busier airport than our airport? You want Picasso? We got Picasso, big Picasso. Nobody can make heads or tails of it. It's a lion? No, a seahorse. Looks to me like a radiator with wings. Who gives a damn, people, a Picasso's a Picasso.
— Peter Orner, Love and Shame and Love
The City is free of sinThe snow has given it absolution A man who slips  A horse that fallsOh no, the city is in a nightgown
— Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.
— Erica Lorraine Scheidt, Uses for Boys
Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stationsWe crossed cities that turn-tabled all dayAnd vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")
— Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
The brown book I carry says there is nothing stranger than to explore a city wholly different from all those one knows, since to do so is to explore a second and unsuspected self. I have found a thing stranger: to explore such a city only after one has lived in it for some time without learning anything of it.
— Gene Wolfe, The Sword of the Lictor
Every inch of space was used. As the road narrowed, signs receded upwards and changed to the vertical. Businesses simply soared from ground level and hung out vaster, more fascinatingly illuminated shingles than competitors. We were still in a traffic tangle, but now the road curved. Shops crowded the pavements and became homelier. Vegetables, spices, grocery produce in boxes or hanging from shop lintels, meats adangle - as always, my ultimate ghastliness - and here and there among the crowds the alarming spectacle of an armed Sikh, shotgun aslant, casually sitting at a bank entrance. And markets everywhere. To the right, cramped streets sloped down to the harbor. To the left, as we meandered along the tramlines through sudden dense markets of hawkers' barrows, the streets turned abruptly into flights of steps careering upwards into a bluish mist of domestic smoke, clouds of washing on poles, and climbing. Hong Kong had the knack of building where others wouldn't dare.
— Jonathan Gash, Jade Woman
You know," he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, "this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.
— Neal Shusterman, Red Rider's Hood
This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.
— Donald Barthelme, City Life
But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling.Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity.
— Craig Hallam, Greaveburn
The ride had begun.The theatre and club spectaculars seemed to stick up into the sky at all sorts of crazy angles, probably because most of them were planted diagonally on rooftops. Follow Thru, Whoopee, Show Boat, El Fay Club, Club Richman, Texas Guinan's. It gave the town the appearance of standing on its ear. ("The Number's Up")
— Cornell Woolrich
With each day that our huge ship was on the ocean, my sense of being further and further away from my loved ones, my home, and my environment grew stronger.
— Tilly Dunn, Exit Stage Left
When you want to change anything it is best to simply be the change. Nothing will influence your thinking and your feelings as much as your body becoming the new you.It is simple really, we are accustomed to having our minds or our emotions tell our body how to behave. Sayings like: "I expect it will be a disaster," result in slumping body language. Feelings anxiety cause our body to tense up. But you can work your system the other way around and use your body to influence your thoughts and your feelings.Try this: sit or stand up straight and put a big smile on your face - now, how do you feel?
— David Ferrers M Nlp, Swap: The Brief Book That Enables Busy People to Change and Succeed
What you feel is what you get, regardless of what you think!
— Deborah Sandella
Sometimes emotion is gentle, like rain feeding the river to nourish life, but sometimes it explodes like a rainstorm whose floodwaters wipe out bridges and homes.
— Deborah Sandella
Unprocessed intense emotion goes underground and creates a subconscious block that can be released as soon as the original event is integrated in the mind, heart, and body.
— Deborah Sandella
Somehow, we each create our own prison, for which only we, hold the key to freedom.
— Sue J Daniels
Somehow, we each create our own prisons, one for which only we, hold the key.
— Sue J. Daniels
I changed the course of my disease with the power of my mind.
— Burbuqe Raufi, Dr. Mind
There is nothing wrong with being fascinated by the dark side of life, and ourselves, but woe to those who think this is representative of reality. All too many of us sit in our homes watching TV, falling prey to the delusion that the world is getting worse. If these sorry individuals spent more time meeting their neighbors, they’d discover that 95% of their peers are fine people.
— Anthony Marais
The biggest enemies we have to overcome on the road to success are not lack of ability and lack of opportunity but fears of failure and rejection and the doubts that they trigger.
— Brian Tracy, Eat That Frog!: 21 Great Ways to Stop Procrastinating and Get More Done in Less Time
There is nothing more blinding than having seen the light, and nothing more tiresome than sharing it.
— Anthony Marais, Delusionism
You will find your horizons expanding and your thought processes becoming more creative. That is true mind power!
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
Laughter is the most powerful weapon against verbal attack anyone can have.
— Stephen Richards
Physically it is impossible for a bee to fly, but because it believes it can then it can.
— Stephen Richards
Positive thoughts and words will create a force inside you that communicates with the outside world and brings about profusion in all things around you.
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
If you want to surpass the stages of doubt and secure better communication between your inner and outer body it is wise to surpass the challenge of the words ‘if only’.
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
if the world is blaming you, if your not guiltythen you become the judge and do whats right even if it feels wrong, or people say its wrong
— anthony grime
Over the years you have been subjected to a great deal of mind propaganda which has resulted in you reaching the ceiling of maximum potential by virtue of your current limited mindset.
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
The makeup of your thoughts is exposed through your internal dialog.
— Stephen Richards, Six Figure Success: Time To Think Big - You Can Do It
If you can’t win with words then show them a good example!
— Stephen Richards
Most people with new ideas are ridiculed … until they succeed!
— Stephen Richards
Turning images from within our minds into reality is a gift we are all born with.
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
Overriding the old information in your mind with new information is easy, but to actually go further than just putting a veneer over your old mindset is the way forward.
— Stephen Richards, Be First: Achieve Every Dream
Time is the most valuable commodity we have to offer the world. Don't be afraid to share.
— Mark W. Boyer
If you want the Cinderella moments then you have to believe in magick.
— Stephen Richards
People are like hot potatoes, if they don't make you happy, drop them.
— Sherise Seven
You just can't apologize for being you nor for your emotional self, nor for your intellectual self, nor for spiritual self, nor for your physical self. It's all a part of who you are, signal that you don't value who you are, once that occurs you have a serious work to do, to get back to where you need to be in order to move on in life.
— Auliq Ice
Self Help: When you really stop and think about it, is there any other kind?
— Evan Dorren
Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.
— Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories
A scientist doesn't know all the answers. Nobody does, not even teachers. But a scientist keeps on trying to find the answers.
— Oliver Butterworth, The Enormous Egg
We do not kiss. We do nothing but hold on and breathe, but still I know. I cannot go gently now. Not even for the sake of my parents, my family.Not even for Xander.
— Ally Condie, Matched
One thing I've learned: you never know where life is taking you, but it's taking you.
— Hilary Swank
Those who know the least obey the best.
— George Farquhar
There wasn't in the beginning. It wasn't until your kind discovered what was happening that any resistance started. That seems to be the key—knowing what’s going to happen.
— Stephenie Meyer, The Host
Yeah... sure you know me...
— Deyth Banger
Soberly teach the enlightened souls the reality that they will be rejected by the massively ignorant, for the unpopular, absolute truths they style their lives with...in a confident know-show.
— Tracey Bond
I don't think that you know who we are, but we know who you are!
— Anthony T.Hincks
When we feel fractured, redundant and nonessential, only bouncing back from lowliness may brighten up the story of our life. In this endeavor, “otherness” might lend a helping hand in making the road less parching. (“He did not know that she knew”)
— Erik Pevernagie
Oh yeah... I know where we are going.... now making me to get angry... and to make me say stuff which I don't want to say.
— Deyth Banger, Afraid - Part 2
Once we were a stranger... just passing by.......in school... we never know each other... but one day came and we became friends.
— Deyth Banger, Afraid - Part 2
Spermicide' sort of rhymes with 'pesticide', yet you wouldn't put a load of DDT in you know where to kill you know what, now would you?
— Anthony T. Hincks
If we expect to “know” the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, we may have a hard time seeing the whole picture, since the truth is a willful construction that allows us often merely to “guess”. ("Hinter der Mattscheibe")
— Erik Pevernagie
Nobody knows exactly what he's capable of until he tries!
— Nabil N. Jamal
What matters is the one thing I do know for certain: God is with me.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
The precision required for life to exist cannot be fathomed as we know it
— Sunday Adelaja
If we're honest with ourselves, most of us know the one thing we lack.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
What are the odds and did you know what's really happening around us!?
— Deyth Banger
A rumbling volcano is like a pimple.You know that they're both going to explode,but you just don't know when.
— Anthony T. Hincks
Life will succeed life, as we know it.
— R.W. Erskine
It's weird when you think that you are weird and it's weird when you don't know that you are weird.
— Deyth Banger
We should know who they are," I said, "before we kill them. That's just being polite.
— Bernard Cornwell, The Flame Bearer
Answer, yeah I know it... We were for little period of time texting nothing else... no friendship is available as a feature but you are talking about relationship and marriage are you right with your mind?
— Deyth Banger
Say not always what you know, but always know what you say.
— Claudius
Anna, you miss him.” “All the time. I still can’t believe he’s gone.” The words come out in a whoosh, tasting funny in my mouth. No matter how many times I say them, they still feel like a garbled, impossible language. My chest hurts, and I have to hold my breath to keep from inhaling a deep sob. “He was more than your best friend.” I nod absently, forgetting myself for a moment, forgetting that I’m talking to Jayne and not my journal. “I – I mean, he was like a brother to me. You know, like Frankie. Well, she’s the sister. I mean–” Jayne reaches for my hands across the table, shaking her head softly. “Sweetheart, when you say Matt’s name, you have the same look in your eyes that he’d get whenever he’d say yours.
— Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer
If you know it... ... as conclusion there isn't a reason to continue... No mysteries no reasons. Life with it's own reasons!
— Deyth Banger
We don't even know how to rest anymore.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
Not many Ruminarii warships had ever been captured intact by any enemy, and so for those the Ruminarii “invited” aboard their vessels, this was usually a one-way sight-seeing trip. For those who really want to know, Ruminarii Hammerheads have an extensive corridor network, the interior walls are heavily decorated, savagely militaristic and inevitably, close together. He strode down one. Lesser ranks seeing him, fell to the deck and groveled like their fingernails depended on it. There was a chorus of shrieks and whimpers as he passed. When he arrived on the bridge, everyone was face down on the deck, each endeavoring to grovel lower than the next. Nothing like discipline to keep the crew in its place.
— Christina Engela, Black Sunrise
Until you eliminate your own fears, you will never know your capabilities.
— Gugu Mona
You know you are wealthy when you lose count of the people whose lives you changed for the better.
— Gugu Mona
I really don't know could I take one more rape to write... it's very complex!
— Deyth Banger
How do you know that you know?How do you know that this books are really made by Einstein and also are saved as how they are made, I mean the text which is written by Einstein is the same as now you see it.
— Deyth Banger
Adult don't know what they say and what they mean once that... other moment something else... it's okay for the kids... they grown they still don't know a lot of stuff but they have excuse!- BUt what's the adult... excuse?!
— Deyth Banger
You are making few things on your new device or thing.... and you are just saying by your face "Look me, look what I can do..." - Oh, oh forgot sake just leave me alone. Because this is totally bullshit! (That's my opinon, you don't know as much as your face is showing... Your face is showing, oh look me I know everything, but unfortnately you just know little from everything)
— Deyth Banger
You don't know now and after and before who has watched you and who is watching you and who will continue doing that.
— Deyth Banger
We don't know each other, that's what I can say so far.
— Deyth Banger
I'm sure that I know that, it's behind one of all doors.
— Deyth Banger
I really don't know what's the best for you and for all out there.
— Deyth Banger
Everybody know that it was not possible, till somebody was there and did not know this.Iedereen wist dat het niet mogelijk was, tot dat er iemand kwam die dat niet wist
— Jan Jansen Easy Branches
If you know the rules, it's not anymore interesting the game, but if you don't know them it's interesting... like what's the feeling to be 24 hours at jail, who can you meet at jail. Do you know somebody from the guards...?!
— Deyth Banger
My word is iron," Kublai said to the guards, as Meng Guang was led away. "Your people will come to know this, in time.
— Conn Iggulden, Conqueror
I know that I don't knowAll that I think I know.I know I won't see all ofThe places I wish to go.I know I'm not readyFor all that the world demands,You don't have to always hold me,Just let me see your hands.
— Jordan Hoechlin
God, how I hate the fact that I know this stuff. It only proves that it is possible to learn by osmosis.
— Natalie Blitt
Doctors sometimes don't know what they do!
— Deyth Banger
Hey, Hey I know you have been revived. In the privious life you was my father!
— Deyth Banger
What you know for me is just the little from the many.
— Deyth Banger
Once out from it, never made a sound. Without sound, you never know who dies and who know so you dare?
— Deyth Banger
Every worker should know that by working, he is releasing the nature of God in him. He is becoming creative just like God is creative.
— Sunday Adelaja
If we claim to know God, let’s reveal Him. If we say we are his servants, let’s carry Him
— Sunday Adelaja
To possess something and not know its value is torturous.
— Sunday Adelaja
Sometimes you know when someone is telling you the truth.
— Todd Strasser, Wish You Were Dead
Money comes to those who know what to do with it.
— Sunday Adelaja
To know God`s laws and abide by them is a privilege.
— Sunday Adelaja
The more you know, the more you can do. The more you can do the bigger you become
— Sunday Adelaja
Because until you know what you want to be, other people are just going to keep trying to make you into something useful for them.
— Kameron Hurley, Rapture
I know not the way He leads me, but well do I know my Guide.
— Henrietta C. Mears
Nobody really knows what I am,” Nyx said. “Not until I put a bullet in their head.
— Kameron Hurley, Rapture
Of course,” the cabbie said, “you don’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’re going.
— Emily St. John Mandel
I have had a most unusual life so far. I know not why.
— Donnie Harold Harris
You don’t have to speak at all—I know what you’d say…- Laura
— Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
Maybe I don't know him as well as I thought. Maybe I didn't know myself. Maybe my world is turning upside down and I can't find my footing.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
I know what you're doing, though.""I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it entirely.
— Grace Burrowes, Lady Maggie's Secret Scandal
Nobody knows exactly what he's capable of until he tries.
— Nabil N. Jamal
Sometomes that's all people ever really need. Just to know.
— Cecelia Ahern, A Place Called Here
He that did not know and did not know that he did not know will never know
— Debbiedebo
No matter what circumstances we might face in life, it is possible for us to overcome in the midst of them by taking hold of God’s thoughts.
— Christine Caine
It's in the tension that the music is made.
— Rebekah Lyons, You Are Free: Be Who You Already Are
We can adapt to changing circumstances with a resolved spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
With faith, we can conquer the mightiest mountain.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
What could I have done but sin?From my mother's womb I was a sinner. He couldn't have judge me on that bases because I couldn't help it. I knew right from wrong but my body chose wrong. Till He chose to come down to calvary for me. So He can give me power to overcome.
— Mary Tornyenyor
Sometimes, situation may be uncomfortable but must endure.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
No obstacle is greater than power within you.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh.But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.
— Charlie Chaplin
They didn't know why these things were funny. Sometimes you laugh because you've got no more room for crying. Sometimes you laugh because table manners on a beach are funny. And sometimes you laugh because you're alive, when you really shouldn't be.
— Terry Pratchett, Nation
You think Bernadette Maguire killed him?”“Uh… no. She’s, like I said, she’s old.”“Old people can kill people too.”“I know, but…”“She could be a ninja.”“She’s not a ninja, for God’s sake. She’s somebody’s great grandmother.”“I want you to think carefully about this, Kenny. Have you ever seen her with a sword?”“What?”“How about throwing stars?”“This is ridiculous.”“Have you ever seen her dressed up as a ninja? That would have been my ﬁrst clue.”The girl sucked in her cheeks so she wouldn't laugh out loud.
— Derek Landy, Death Bringer
The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones. Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
— Enid Blyton, Mr Galliano's Circus
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
— Brom, The Child Thief
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!
— Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
At some point, I had to start laughing, because I was all wrung out from crying.
— Julie Metz, Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves, don't take life too seriously.
— Geri Halliwell
Shigure: We have just witnessed a classic example of what I like to call 'misdirected rage'. I believe the technical term is being an ass.
— Natsuki Takaya
The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?
— Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus
I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren't laughing anymore.
— Alexandra Potter, Calling Romeo
The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.
— L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
... sometimes in life, you either laugh or you cry. And I prefer to laugh.
— Jim Stovall
James started to laugh. His chin hurt where she'd smacked him twice, his foot throbbed where she'd stepped on it, and his entire body felt as if he'd swum through a rosebush, which wasn't as far off the truth as it sounded. Yet still he started to laugh.
— Julia Quinn, How to Marry a Marquis
Laugh soon because you never know how soon it will be too late
— Thomas F. Shubnell