street quotes
I'll love you dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven starsgo squawking Like geese about the sky.
And the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.
I wander through each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.
The difference between Beethoven and Mahler is the difference betweenwatching a great manwalkdownthe street and watching a great actor act the part of a great man walking down the street.
When evening quickens in the street, comes a pause in the day's occupation that is known as the cocktail hour.
Wasthere ever sucha sunnystreet asthis Broadway! The pavement stones are polished with thetread of feet until they shine again Heaven save the ladies, how they dress! We have seen more colours in these ten minutes, than we should have seen elsewhere, in as many days. What various parasols! what rainbow silks and satins! what pinking of thin stockings and pinching of thin shoes, and fluttering of ribbons and silk tassels, and display of rich cloaks with gaudy hoods and linings!
Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street.
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street.
Grab your coat, and get your hat, Leave your worry on the doorstep, Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she- bear coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrumhimself, withthelittleround buttonat top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as- catch-can till the gunpowder ran out of theheels of their boots.
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street In case a certain little lady comes by.
I put the muzzle of the revolver into my right ear and pulled the trigger I was out by one. I remember an extraordinary sense of jubilation, as if carnival lights had been switched on in a drab street. My heart knocked in its cage, and life contained an infinite number of possibilities.
Maybe that's what is crazy: to want to be free. A lot of people wouldn't cross the street for it.
But then they danced down the street like dingle- dodies, and Ishambled afteras I've beendoing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'
'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking inthestreet, Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
I have been increasingly moved to wonder whether my job is a job or a racket, whether economists, and particularly economic theorists, may not be in the position that Cicero, citing Cato, ascribed to the augurs of Romethat they should cover their faces or burst into laughter when they met on the street.
Out into the street I ran uproarious The devil dancing in me glorious.
And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.
In the early morning the mill girls clumping down the cobbled street, all in clogs, making a curiously formidable sound, like an army hurrying into battle. I suppose this is the typical sound of Lancashire.
Up, and by coach to Sir Ph.Warwickes, the street being full of footballs, it being a great frost.
When I make a portrait,I cannot limit it tothe lines of the head, for that head belongs toa body, it exists ina setting which influences it, it is part of a totality that I cannot suppress. The impression you produce upon me is not thesame if I catchsight of youalone ina gardenor if Isee you in the midst of a group of other people, in a living room or on the street.
I pulled to the side of the street and got out my book of road maps.But to find where you are going, you must know where you are, and I didn't.
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; Foreverynight attea-timeand before youtakeyourseat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.
When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed Him by, They never hurt a hair of him, they only let Him die. For menhadgrownmoretenderandthey wouldnot give Him pain, Theyonlyjust passeddownthestreet, and left Himinthe rain.
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand.
And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
There, where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea.
The best time to listen to a politician is when he is on a street corner, in the rain, late at night, when he's exhausted. Then he doesn't lie.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death Percivalothers through sheer inability to cross the street.
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