#cities

The immense cities lie basking on the beaches of the continent like whales that have taken to the land. ↗

— Arnold J. Toynbee

#cities #continent #immense #land #lie

Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#cities #language #possiblity #walking #architecture

Very few cities in the NHL have the history or the following of the Detroit Red Wings. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#detroit #few #following #history #nhl

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#bruce-wayne-funeral #gordon #the-dark-knight-rises #beauty

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#beauty

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim. ↗

— Christopher Morley

#beauty

The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, thought confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. Its deplorable peculiarity was, that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago. So enirely had it lost the and resonance of the human voice, that it affected the senses like a once beautiful colour faded away into a poor weak stain. So sunken and suppressed it was, that it was like a voice underground, So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveller, wearied out by lonely wandering in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die ↗

— Charles Dickens

#beauty

I really love this city. It’s so very beautiful. It’s so multidimensional.People say it has a darkness and a decadence, which it tries to hide; they say it’s full of the pretentious and opulent trying to strangle the dark reality. But that’s true for most of the other great cities too. . . . There is a soul here . . . and that soul is as pure as the heat of the sun that shines down on it and the rain that falls to purify it. ↗

— Umair Naeem

#karachi #beauty

Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves of darkness . . . waves of fire . . . Perhaps of being swallowed again, by the immense, the si-lent Mother Con-tinent? It's none of my business, city dreams. . . . But what if the Ci-ty were a growing neo-plasm, across the centuries, always chang-ing to meet exactly the chang-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears? ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#megapolisomancy #war #business

Anybody who predicts the death of cities has already met his spouse. ↗

— Clay Shirky

#dating #dating