There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
She was perfectly sane in streets unknown. She loved conversing with people tagged as strangers. She was social, amiable & all that is her. Yet, with known people she felt unknown, she choked words and fought inside. And indeed she tripped insane while traversing those streets known. She stared at others and consumed their happiness through senses cold. And so she waits for Winter's warmth to touch her in streets of distant shore, in her own world of simple happiness.
My life might be in the streets, but my heart is gold. And together, I'm a street of gold.
I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.
For a dark street, sunshine is most welcome; for a wounded soul, love is most welcome!
I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
In Alexandria, my birthplace and my home, all streets bearing Jewish names have been renamed.
If Congress grants permission, I would put armed forces in the streets.
Western Mosul is the historic heart of one of the oldest cities in the world. Its narrow streets and alleyways are impassable for armored vehicles.
For the bourgeoisie, the main danger against which it had to be protected, that which had to be avoided at all costs, was armed uprising, was the armed people, was the workers taking to the streets in an assault against the government.
In cities like Athens, poor houses lined narrow and tortuous streets in spite of luxurious public buildings.
Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets.
I have been to Libya and walked the streets of Benghazi myself.
The F.B.I. is about nuts and bolts. It's all about witnesses and procedure and walking the streets.
If Bronze Bomber got loose in the streets, it won't be something nice.
I'm absolutely loving Turin's old, historical-city vibe, with the narrow, cobbled streets.
The streets and alleys of the ward were notoriously filthy, and the contractors habitually neglected them, not failing, however, to draw their regular payments from the city treasury.
Copenhagen has done a remarkable job creating streets that are focused on bicycles and pedestrians.