Crowded Quotes
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Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by.
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More Crowded Quotes
Well, there were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
Princess of Wales Diana— Interview with Martin Bashir on BBC Panorama, November 20, 1995.
— Responding to the question "Do you think Mrs Parker Bowles was a factor in the breakdown of your marriage?".
This may be why New Yorkers instinctively avoid making eye contact with each other in crowded places, why they "look right through you," as dismayed visitors often complain. They are not looking right through you at all; they are discreetly avoiding an intrusion into your space. They sense the danger in a place where a one-degree temperature rise can mean an explosion.
russell baker— "Spaced In" (p.120)
Not in the clamour of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— In "The Poets" (1876)
Musicians wrestle everywhere:
All day among the crowded air,
I hear the silver strife;
And – waking long before the morn –
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "new life!"
— Complete Poems, no.157 (c. 1860, first published 1891).
With Thee in shady solitudes I walk,With Thee in busy, crowded cities talk;In every creature own Thy forming power,In each event Thy providence adore.
anna letitia barbauld— Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 433.
Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded.
yogi berra— The Yogi Book. New York: Workman Publishing. 1997. ISBN 0-7611-1090-9, p. 16
— Variant: It's so crowded, nobody goes there.What Time Is It? You Mean Now?: Advice for Life from the Zennest Master of Them All, Simon and Schuster, 2003, ISBN 0743244532, p. 81
Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
ralph waldo emerson— Quatrains, Nature
At the crowded Costanzi Theater in Rome, while I was listening to the orchestral performance of your overwhelming Futurist music,1 together with my Futurist friends Marinetti, Boccioni, Carrà, Balla, Soffici, Papini, and Cavacchioli, there came to my mind the idea of a new art, one that only you can create: the Art of Noises, a logical consequence of your marvelous innovations.
luigi russolo— Lead paragraph
The fictitious deities of all races in all worlds once more crowded themselves upon me, symbols of majesty and tenderness, of ruthless power, of blind creativity, and of all-seeing wisdom. And though these images were but the fantasies of created minds, it seemed to me that one and all did indeed embody some true feature of the Star Maker's impact upon the creatures.
Olaf Stapledon— Ch. XIII The Beginning and the End, 3. The Supreme Moment and After
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!To all the sensual world proclaim,One crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.
walter scott— Walter Scott, On Mortality, Chapter XXXIV. Introductory Stanza. Recently discovered in The Bee, Edinburgh, Oct. 12, 1791. Said to have been written by Major Mordaunt. Whole poem reproduced in Literary Digest, Sept. 11, 1920, P. 38
Such grief might make the mountain stoop, reverse the waters where they flow, but cannot burst these ponderous bolts that block us from the prison cells crowded with mortal woe...
anna akhmatova— The mountains bow before this anguish,
The great river does not flow.
In mortal sadness the convicts languish;
The bolts stay frozen.Translated by D. M. Thomas
But often, in the world’s most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us, to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Matthew Arnold— "The Buried Life" (1852), st. 6.
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
william golding— Ch. 4: Painted Faces and Long Hair
All the animals cheered when he entered, and crowded round to congratulate him and say nice things about his courage, and his cleverness, and his fighting qualities; but Toad only smiled faintly, and murmured, 'Not at all!' Or, sometimes, for a change, 'On the contrary!'
Kenneth Grahame— Ch. 12 (The Reluctant Dragon)
My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.
thom gunn— "In Time Of Plague," in The Man With Night Sweats (1992)
Free speech is the right to shout "Theater!" in a crowded fire.
abbie hoffman— p. 214 (Soon to be a Major Motion Picture (1980))
Were a stranger to drop on a sudden into this world, I would show him, as a specimen of its ills, a hospital full of diseases, a prison crowded with malefactors and debtors, a field of battle strewed with carcasses, a fleet foundering in the ocean, a nation languishing under tyranny, famine, or pestilence. To turn the gay side of life to him, and give him a notion of its pleasures; whither should I conduct him? to a ball, to an opera, to court? He might justly think, that I was only showing him a diversity of distress and sorrow.
David Hume— Demea to Philo, Part X
“Tell me about the city, then.” The master shrugged. “It’s crowded. It smells. There are lots of things to buy.”
ellen kushner— Part II, Chapter III (p. 140)
In the course of a mere eighteen months, crowded with cares and problems, he laid down a coherent programme of legal enactments, maintained an orderly society, and actively promoted the well-being of his subjects. A comparable period in the reigns of his predecessor and of his successor shows no such accomplishment.
richard iii of england— Paul Murray Kendall (1973), Richard III, page 319
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Poets.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name .
walter scott— Walter Scott, On Mortality, Chapter XXXIV. Introductory Stanza. Recently discovered in The Bee, Edinburgh, Oct. 12, 1791. Said to have been written by Major Mordaunt. Whole poem reproduced in Literary Digest, Sept. 11, 1920, P. 38
"Sir, if you wish to have a just notion of the magnitude of this city, you must not be satisfied with seeing its great streets and squares, but must survey the innumerable little lanes and courts. It is not in the showy evolutions of buildings, but in the multiplicity of human habitations which are crowded together, that the wonderful immensity of London consists".
— Samuel Johnson, quoted (September 20, 1777) in The Life of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. (1791) by James Boswell
I suppose that every parent loves his child; but I know, without any supposing, that in a large number of homes the love is hidden behind authority, or its expression is crowded out by daily duties and cares.
— Abbott Eliot Kittredge, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 442.
There is in every American, I think, something of the old Daniel Boone who, when he could see the smoke from another chimney, felt himself too crowded and moved further out into the wilderness.
— Hubert Humphrey, remarks at University of Chicago, 14 January 1966, The Quotable Hubert H. Humphrey, p. 10
The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands, rapidly laying the long sidewall, The flexible rise and fall of backs, the continual click of the trowels striking the bricks, The bricks, one after another, each laid so workmanlike in its place, and set with a knock of the trowel-handle.
walt whitman— Walt Whitman, Song of the Broad-Axe, Part III, Stanza 4; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 495.
But see the fading many-coloured Woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Imbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, Of every hue from wan declining green To sooty dark.
james thomson— James Thomson, The Seasons, Autumn (1730), line 950.
Human nature is said by many to be good; if so, where have social evils come from? For human nature is the only moral nature in that corrupting thing called "society." Every example set before the child of to-day is the fruit of human nature. It has been planted on every possible field among the snows that never melt; in temperate regions, and under the line; in crowded cities, in lonely forests; in ancient seats of civilization, in new colonies; and in all these fields it has, without once failing, brought forth a crop of sins and troubles.
— William Arthur, p. 191. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
"Terminals at gateway airports like New Delhi and Bombay are shabby, crowded and chaotic. Nearly every aspect of airport services, from runway maintenance to air traffic control and baggage handing, needs huge upgrades to cope with the increased demand."
— Source: Air Travel Takes Off In Booming India
