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“Only when a mosquito sits on your egg will you realize that accuracy is much more important than strength”

— Mao Zedong Chinese statesman and politician of the 20th century, the main theorist of Maoism 1893 - 1976

About strength

“If you look closely at a truly happy person, you will find that he is building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden, or looking for dinosaur eggs in the Gobi Desert. He will not seek happiness like a collar button rolled behind a battery. He will not pursue it as an end in itself. He will feel happy being in love with life all twenty-four stressful hours of the day.”

— W. Beran Fulph

About life, about men, about happiness, about education 1955

„The social network is the corruption of the souls of mankind.
In social networks, and wives and husbands,
For five ten thousand, or even more,
In sex groups, chats ...
Flirting with them, with someone there ...
Someone's daughter, son, and also husbands,
Yes, the mother did not know whom she gave birth to.
Photo in nudity,
I saw someone's wife.
From chest pain, took it and left.
He deserved it,
Cursing through cursing, for his lies
Callous soul, rudeness, humiliation,
With an insult to her,
Changing masks on his face,
Like that Judas Iscariot,
A ghost, like a monster.
No, even worse! He is a thief! Thief of time! Fraudster, pervert one hundred percent!
Broadcasting yourself to young girls,
Or even took part in a group sex,
filmed young girls,
And give him every week,
Any, and even young,
But every girl loves her own, like her own soul.
It’s bad that they go to one side, looking for another,
But, hatred of lies
revived in her even more,
She moves away from people like you,
The Bible itself says:
“People are goats!” for unrepentant sins,
Who is this? - …!!!
Clown with eggs in his hands!
The whole world recognized you,
Pedophile, Goat, Maniac!“

— Anin Sheer

About men, About pain, About hate, About lies

"It doesn't matter to be born in a duck's nest if you hatched from a swan's egg!"

— Hans Christian Andersen Danish writer and poet 1805 - 1875

Brief quotations

About the world

- Margaret Thatcher British politician, Prime Minister of Great Britain (1979-1990) 1925 - 2013

"A smart egg can teach a stupid chicken."

- Baurzhan Toyshibekov

“A bunch of penises are pushing against my face. I do not see where the eggs are, but I lick the scrotum. His seed is like condensed milk. Fuck it - This is life"

- Pasha Technician Reper 1983

About life

"Eggs hatched in the sky"

- Ilya Igorevich Lagutenko Russian rock musician, leader of the Mumiy Troll group, composer, poet, writer, artist , actor, orientalist 1968

Lines from songs

“I, like eggs, participate, but do not enter.”

— Faina Georgievna Ranevskaya Soviet theater and film actress 1896 - 1984

“It is probably difficult for an egg to turn into a bird; however, it is incomparably more difficult for him to learn to fly while remaining an egg. You and I are like an egg. But we cannot remain an ordinary, decent egg indefinitely. Either we hatch from it or it goes bad.”

— Clive Staples Lewis Irish writer and scientist 1898 - 1963

About birds

“Do they paint on eggs? I don’t know what they draw on eggs, I didn’t see it.“

- Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin current President of the Russian Federation 1952

In response to a request at a press conference in June 2002 to comment on the appearance of portraits of the president on Easter eggs.
Sayings, 2002
Option: Do they paint on eggs? I don't know what they draw on eggs, I haven't seen it.

“You can’t hatch one egg twice!”

— Kozma Petrovich Prutkov literary mask of Alexei Konstantinovich Tolstoy and the Zhemchuzhnikov brothers 1803 - 1863

“Chef in the kitchen: “Prometheus, fire! Tantalum, flour! Columbus egg! Bertoletova, salt! Adamova, apple! Aesop, language! Prokrustov, cut! Damocles, shink! Sisyphus, bring it!”“

- Ashot Sergeyevich Nadanyan Armenian chess player 1972

"I will stop loving you and forget you,
When it's Wednesday on Friday,
When roses grow everywhere,
Blue as thrush eggs.
When the mouse crows.
When the house stands on the pipe,
When the man's sausage eats
And when I marry you."

— Andrey Andreevich Voznesensky Poet 1933 - 2010

About men, About the house

"Charm, that's what Russian culture needs now. Our country needs charm. Do not show teeth, do not ******** (go crazy). When you go to meet a heifer, you wash your eggs, right? And now we need to wash the eggs.“

- Sergey Vladimirovich Shnurov is a Russian rock musician, film actor, TV presenter, artist and public figure. Leader of the Leningrad and Ruble groups. 1973

2015
Source: Esquire. Quote of the Day. 12/08/2015. https://esquire.ru/quotes/12082015

“Politics is a rotten egg.”

— Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov Russian commander 1730 - 1800

“I promise that by the New Year every Belarusian will have normal human eggs on the table ."

- Alexander Grigoryevich Lukashenko President of the Republic of Belarus 1954

“My ideal has always been Marilyn Monroe - a beautiful blonde with a touch of vulgarity. I've never been drawn to women like Greta Garbo. Garbo was queen. What does the queen want? Choose a king to command him. Can she, say, boil an egg into a soft boil?“

— Greta Garbo Swedish and American film actress 1905 - 1990

Marcello Mastroianni

About women

“A wise man does not put all his eggs in one basket. ”

— Miguel de Cervantes Spanish writer 1547 - 1616

“NANI: … But the fact that you called the Neapolitan rustico - quiche, is, excuse me, a direct insult.

FRANZ: My apologies!

NANI: I don't accept them, young man. Until you get a good taste of my rustico and realize how deep you have gone in your delusions, do not even dare to ask my forgiveness.

Cut off a piece from a small tartlet.

Put in mouth.

NANI: Herbert! He cuts my heart. He eats rustico without the crust!

Remove crust.

NANI: Verdict?

FRANZ: Very gently.

The princess arched an eyebrow in displeasure.

FRANZ: I offer my deepest apologies to the Neapolitan rustico. It is so much more tender and thinner than the vulgar Lorraine quiches. This juiciness. This balance of texture, lightness, sweetness of the crust… ricotta… well, ricotta is… ricotta will make everything more edible. There is no egg taste at all, and thankfully no stupid pork.

NANI: Here. I don't believe in geniuses who can't appreciate food.“

— Franz Wertfollen writer, educator, musician

Source: About Flying Serpents. Naples

Happiness, Food, Forgiveness, Heart

„The Most Holy Theotokos with a basket of boiled eggs went to bow to the tomb of Jesus. On the way, an angel of the Lord met her and said: "Jesus is risen, He is not in the tomb." And the Mother of God answered: “I will believe if the eggs in my basket turn red.”“

- Vanga Bulgarian clairvoyant 1911 - 1996

And the eggs turned red. The Mother of God came to the tomb and saw the removed slab and an empty grave. She was very glad that Jesus was resurrected, and since then the Resurrection has been a joyful holiday, and eggs are dyed red.
About the ancient past

About angels

“Just as soon as I took up the eggs, the milk immediately disappeared.”

— Alexander Grigoryevich Lukashenko President of the Republic of Belarus 1954

“If the egg were not ovoid, the life of a chicken would be ugly. ”

- Julian Tuwim Polish poet, prose writer 1894 - 1953

About life what I can - as long as I can. If in the end I turn out to be right, then all the words of my critics and detractors will not be worth a damn; but if in the end it turns out that I am wrong, then even if the choir of angels sing glory to me, it will not change anything.“

- Abraham Lincoln 16th President of the United States 1809 - 1865

About Angels together. I got on stage and I remember the owner of the club standing backstage with a microphone and mumbling, “Awfully boring, awfully boring, awfully boring…” or something like that. I was wearing one of these, what they call, polyester suits and the audience practically threw rotten eggs at me.“

- Jim Carrey Canadian-American actor, comedian, screenwriter, producer and artist 1962

carrey.narod.ru
News, 1997, 2005
Source: Russian Musicians on Pussy Riot Interview by Peter Graves. Archived from the original on September 15, 2012. carrey.narod.ru http://archive.is/20120915180117/http://carrey.narod.ru/pressa/int1.html

“Monsters are tearing house doors off their hinges!
Zombies gnaw on children!
Dracula is drinking the blood from the torn bodies!
Godzilla bit off the hand of the Statue of Liberty with a torch!
You can only survive by a miracle,
Strange monsters are operating everywhere!
Alien womb in the Kremlin laid eggs,
Only half a billion Chinese left!
People are squeaking, people are squealing,
Skulls are cracking under the feet of cyborgs!
This is hell! Panic is growing by leaps and bounds,
And the villains have no one to give bream!
Helpless police and troops!
The gloomy denouement is near!
King Kong pissed to Earth from the top of Moscow City!
Hello, captain, save me!“

- Noize MC Russian hip-hop artist, rock musician, composer and actor Hit interview: - When was the last time you felt happy?
- This morning during breakfast.
— Why?
— Because I ate eggs and drank coffee.”

— Heath Ledger American actor and director 1979 - 2008

About coffee, About time

Emerald wasp. You know, he lives in the tropics? It stings the cockroach in the brain, as a result of which he loses the ability to make independent decisions. Then he takes him by the mustache (by the horns!) And leads him to his hole (to the stall!). Where it lays eggs. The hatched larvae devour the poor cockroach alive. So is the woman. Stings constantly. On a mental level. She has it instinctively. It is laid down by nature itself. Female! It's impossible to resist. Physiology. Therefore, you can not meet too often. With one and the same. Too much poison accumulates in the blood. However, sooner or later you still make mistakes. Nature cannot be deceived.“

— Sergey Panteleevich Mavrodi Russian businessman 1955 - 2018

About women, about nature, about decision Here it is, motherfucking, good morning and a great day! And so it turns out a great week, a great month, followed by a year, years . .. the whole life. Now you are on this section of the path, Edean. You believe, but it's getting really hard and you'll need fucking balls to get through it. What slows you down is mental weakness. The old version of you is already starting to come back. Don't give in! You need to put aside this thinking in every possible way. Kick this slave out of your head, this rubbish has no place in your head.”

- George Gregory Plitt Jr. 1977 - 2015

Extract from a reply to Idin's letter.

About life, About mother, About thinking

“Noise proves nothing. A hen that has laid an egg often fusses as if it had laid a small planet.”

— Mark Twain American writer, journalist and public figure 1835 - 1910

“A racer must have balls. And by no means made of crystal.”

— David Coulthard British racing driver 1971

“To lay golden eggs, one should peck rational grains.”

— Leonid Semyonovich Sukhorukov Soviet and Ukrainian writer 1945 - 2014

“My wife said: “Why don’t you write a song about me?” I took and wrote the song "Baba with Eggs". Then she divorced me.”

— Bon Scott 1946 - 1980

“The emblem of criticism should be a cuckoo; she throws her eggs into other people's nests, because otherwise she will not be able to hatch them. "

- Mark Twain American writer, journalist and public figure 1835 - 1910

„The beetle lays its eggs in a ball of dung. From the moment of birth, he must eat a lot of shit in order to climb up, spread his wings and fly away. People live in a difficult world, and the same thing happens to them ... "

- Wesley Snipes 1962

About men, About the world, About birth

of this rotten egg.”

—Prince Alexander

About problems

“We remember when oil was harmful. They just said there was no oil left. Then the eggs were pressed so that they were gone too.“

- Viktor Stepanovich Chernomyrdin Russian economic and statesman, Prime Minister of Russia in 1992-1998 1938 - 2010

“There are people who piss on you every day. They break into your life, kick you in the balls, and then disappear. They look at you from the skyscrapers to make you feel small. As they drive past you, they throw derogatory comments: they say you are not sexy enough, and all the fun is somewhere there, not here. They broadcast over the box, forcing your girlfriend to consider herself not as she should be. They have the most advanced technology in history and use it to humiliate you. They are advertisers and they are making fun of you.”

- Robert Banks (Banksy)

About life, About men, About history, About girls

“I fight for documentary. For an unbleached face and uneven gait. For an emotionally authentic family scene. For the painful choice of words. For an open, or maybe unhappy ending. For the boot coming off the heel, and the movement of the foot to correct it. For a broken egg and spilled milk. For the idea of ​​tongue-tied. For the space of cinema where nothing happens, but everything is possible.”

— Tilda Swinton British actress 1960

About ideas

“Rina Zelyonaya said:
— In the sanatorium, Ranevskaya was sitting at the table with some kind of bore, who kept blaming food. And the soup is cold, and the cutlets are not salty, and the compote is not sweet. (Perhaps, indeed.) At breakfast, he said disgustedly: “Well, what are these eggs? Laughter alone. As a child, my mother, I remember, had eggs!”
- Don't you confuse her with daddy? - Ranevskaya inquired. "

- Faina Georgievna Ranevskaya Soviet theater and film actress 1896 - 1984

About food, about laughter, about time, about childhood

"Kinder surprise eggs are like women: the packaging is beautiful, but inside is a disappointment."

— Ville Valo Finnish musician, singer, composer 1976

About women, About disappointment

„... No other collection will be so useful to us in our declining years as “a collection of memories and human relations”, and if it does not exist at all, then that emptiness in the soul that will certainly arise in its place will not can fill neither colorful magnets, nor volumes of classics, nor even Faberge eggs and all the diamonds in the world. “

— Oleg Roy 1965

About soul, About light, About memories

“If they give you a left hook, you can answer with a right hook, but it’s better to hit the balls.”

— Evgeny Alexandrovich Chichvarkin Russian millionaire, entrepreneur 1974

3 "I am disillusioned enough to know that a man's opinion on any subject is not worth a damn, unless it is backed up with information sufficiently authentic for him to know what he is talking about."

— Howard Phillips Lovecraft American writer, poet, and journalist 1890 - 1937

About men, Question

"I saw a man who had a sign "Horn if you love America." And then I realized that he was looking at me, since I didn’t signal, and he seemed to be like: “Damn, f*ck beep!”. Kicked my bumper. And then I decided that I would not honk. Why? Yes, he went to * uy, that's why. He has no right to invent such rules for the entire intersection, simply because he has a felt-tip pen and no work. What if I walk up to him wearing a T-shirt that says "Lick my balls if you love Jesus"? "Come on, man, come on! What are you, a Jew? Lick them!”

- Louis C. K. American stand-up comedian, screenwriter, producer, and director The only thing that came to my mind was: "Don't sit on the wall if you're an egg."

- Ricky Gervais 1961

"Being late is bullshit and a lie. You can show up in your pajamas, scratching your balls with a fork, and it will still be the same bullshit. Nothing happened.”

— Dylan Moran 1971

About lies

“Thanks to those fans who came to the stadium after the match against Porto. I wouldn't have come myself. And if he came, then only to shower the players with tomatoes. Or rotten eggs.“

- Valery Georgievich Karpin Soviet and Russian football player, former general director and head coach 1969

“You have a beautiful and strong voice. Where did you learn to sing? And how many raw eggs do you need to drink daily to get such a voice?
- Well, what can I say: my voice is really good. True, eggs have nothing to do with this. I will tell you this: if there is no voice, then at least drink a bucket of eggs every day - it will not help. I studied in many institutions - both at the conservatory and at the music school. But, basically, my “vocal” school came to me from my rural childhood: everyone in my family sang very well, however, almost all Ukrainians sing wonderfully. My grandfather sang in a spiritual choir, he was my first vocal teacher. When I grew up, I went to study in Kyiv. Once he came to visit the village and began to sing to his family, as they say, in a conservative way, in a sort of classical opera style. And my grandmother-Khokhlushka says to me: “My God, my God! Son, be kind, show me that fool who taught you to sing like that!”0003

- Yaroslav Aleksandrovich Evdokimov Soviet, Russian, Belarusian, Ukrainian singer (baritone) 1946

About his work

About school, about family, about teachers, about grandmother

“Respect for age does not extend to eggs.”

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— Thomas Dewar English businessman, whiskey maker, aphorist 1864 - 1930

About age

"Better a boiled egg in peacetime than a roast bull in war. "

— Lion Feuchtwanger German writer of Jewish origin 1884 - 1958

About the war

„Some say that our government is shaking! Well, the bull’s eggs are shaking, but they don’t fall! “

- Todor Hristov Zhivkov Bulgarian statesman and party leader 1911 - 1998

A rally in the city of Kazanlak at the opening of a textile factory in 1964.

About power

“Alcyone is a sea bird, but to build a nest on the sea across the shore, on the fox, and lay eggs on the fox in the middle of winter.”

— Kliment Smolyatich Metropolitan of Kyiv, 110 110 1100003

About birds, About winter

“Sorry, how the Jew bargained for eggs. Is this called privatization? It reminds me of how Catherine II gave land to her lovers in Ukraine, this is approximately the same process.“

- Victor Andreyevich Yushchenko, the third president of Ukraine (from 2005 to 2010) 1954

At a meeting of the National Security and Defense Council on privatization “ Luganskteplovoz.
Grant, like a Jew on eggs bargained. What is privatization called? I’m guessing, like Catherine II granted land to her servants in Ukraine, it’s about the same process.
Sayings, In 2008
Source: Yushchenko it seems that Luganskteplovoz traded yak Jews for eggs http://www.unian.ua/news/236505-yuschenko-kaje-scho-luganskteplovoz-storguvali-yak-evrey-na-yaytsyah .html, UNIAN (February 15, 2008)

About lovers

“I am not the type who is afraid of eggs. But I can take your eggs.”

- Arseniy Petrovich Yatsenyuk Ukrainian politician 1974

At a rally in Uzhgorod, where eggs were thrown at him.
I'm not the type to be afraid of. And I can take care of your eggs.
Sayings, In 2009
Source: Yatsenyuk to political hooligans: I can take care of your balls (video) http://www.unian.ua/news/340763-yatsenyuk-politichnim-huliganam-a-os- za-vashi-yaytsya-ya-moju-y-vzyatisya-video.html, UNIAN (October 12, 2009)

“In close contact, he was one of the most charming people I knew, you just had to not yawn and look so that a charming person does not chop off your balls. ”

— Yulia Leonidovna Latynina Russian writer and journalist 1966

Novels, Hello, I am your roof

About men, About communication

“If you have talent, then you should know well that this thing holds you with a strong grip on the balls and leads you through life where it wants to go please."

- Dustin Hoffman American actor, director and producer 1937

About life

"I am convinced that the state of emptiness ("existential vacuum") is a misfortune, mainly, of an intellectual and educated person. From my point of view, existentialism itself is in many ways a philosophy written by “eggheads” and for “eggheads.”

- Gordon Allport American psychologist 1897 - 1967

About men

"The highest manifestation of the maternal instinct can be observed in a hen carefully hatching porcelain eggs - instinct, but not intelligence."

- Charlotte Perkins Gilman American feminist, sociologist, sociologist writer, teacher 1860 - 1935

Emerald Wasp. You know, he lives in the tropics? It stings a cockroach in the brain, as a result of which it loses the ability to make independent decisions. Then he takes him by the mustache (by the horns!) and leads him to his hole (to the stall!). Where it lays eggs in it. The hatched larvae devour the poor cockroach alive. So is the woman. Stings constantly. On the mental level. She has it instinctively. It is laid down by nature itself. Female! It's impossible to resist. Physiology. Therefore, you can not meet too often. With the same one. Too much poison accumulates in the blood. However, sooner or later you still make mistakes. You can't fool nature"

— Sergey Mavrodi Russian and American author, director, creative director, inventor and professor of Russian and Greek origin… 1965

About women, About nature, About decision What will happen to things of different nature when they enter boiling water? Fragile - an egg - will become hard, hard - carrots - will soften, coffee will dissolve and take over everything. The conclusion of the parable is this: be like coffee. I'm in the colony - this is the same coffee. "

— Nadezhda Andreevna Tolokonnikova Russian activist, member of the Pussy Riot group 1989

About coffee

“When I write a novel, I always have in my soul the image of an egg breaking against a high, solid wall. The "wall" can be tanks, rockets, phosphorus bombs. And the "egg" is always unarmed people, they are suppressed, they are shot. I am always on the side of the egg in this fight. Is there any use for writers who stand on the side of the wall?”

— Haruki Murakami Japanese writer and translator 1949

About Men, About the Soul

“Whoever packs stones and eggs must put stones down.”

— Wilhelm Busch German poet-humorist and draftsman 1832 - 1908

„“Where there is an egg, there is a frying pan.”
"They say that soon vodka
will again cost a ruble."
“Mom, I don’t love dad.”

— Iosif Alexandrovich Brodsky Russian and American poet, Nobel Prize in Literature 1940 - 1996

favor of the rooster. “

- Alexander (Leszek) Kumor

“If you try to refute my reasoning with the words of other schools, it’s the same as trying to break a stone with an egg. Even if they kill all the eggs in the Celestial Empire, the stone will remain the same, it will not collapse. "

- Xu Xuemo

Collection "Instructive speeches from the garden of Return to Existence", 1593.

About school

“I definitely feel my soul in the middle of my chest. She is oval like an egg, and when I sigh, it is she who breathes.”

- Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Russian poet, prose writer, translator 1892 - 1941

About the soul

"You grab my balls, the clitoris is pulled by your fingers, It's called finding out the relationship, Only the mosquito buzzes And no movement."

- Sasha Skul 1989

Let's sit for a while
My friend Hitler - 2009

"Erasmus laid the egg that Luther hatched."0019 About Erasmus
Source: L. E. Pinsky. Erasmus and his "Praise of Stupidity" (IV) // Erasmus of Rotterdam. Praise stupidity. - M.: GIHL, 1960.

“From Christmas the day begins to grow. And the sun gets hotter. Remember, Christ is the Savior for Christians. He is our God, the true God. What a wonderful holiday this is! What songs are sung throughout the earth, so that the human soul may have fun. How many good customs the people, the Bulgarians have. Decorated Christmas tree, doesn't it remind you of an Easter egg? Read more often the Bible, the thirteenth chapter of the Gospel of John.”

— Vanga the Bulgarian clairvoyant 1911 - 1996

About the Holy Spirit

About God, About the soul, About the sun, Christmas

on duck eggs. She had been sitting for a long time, and she was rather tired of this sitting, she was rarely visited: other ducks liked to swim in the grooves more than to sit in a burdock and quack with her. Ugly duckling

“Eggs do not fall far from chickens.”

— Andrey Garoldovich Knyshev, satirist writer 1956

“Only one animal life has sex; existing due to its internal stimuli, it also contains the opposition of male and female . .. Plant life does not have in itself the stimulus of its development. Without external influences, it remains in its embryonic state. It cannot receive excitement from itself, it is full of inner inactivity and has only the possibility of development. In her, therefore, there is no masculine power, and she lacks no masculine power. This is always a fertilized and perceiving woman of nature, whose husband is a universal stimulus of development coming from outside ... The greatest thing that vegetation is capable of is creating the germ of its future reproduction, that is, a seed ... Fertilization of this embryo with water, air, heat, etc. occurs in the ground. As a consequence, the comparison of the seed with the egg of animals is inappropriate. The fertilized egg requires only heat as a stimulus for its possible differentiation - it is a world that is closed in itself, existing by itself. The seed, in contrast to this, must receive an internal splitting of life from the opposite, external influence of water and air . .., the germination of the seed in the earth is the moment of fertilization of the plant [Wulf, 1940, 37].“

— Franz Schelfer German physician, botanist, entomologist and natural philosopher 1778 - 1832

ibid

About life, About women, About the world, About nature

it was like eating an egg without salt.“

- Rudyard Kipling English writer from colonial India 1865 - 1936

About a kiss

About God

„The social network is the corruption of the souls of humanity.
In social networks, and wives and husbands,
For five ten thousand, or even more,
In sex groups, chats ...
Flirting with them, with someone there ...
Someone's daughter, son, and also husbands,
Yes, the mother did not know whom she gave birth to.
Photo in nudity,
I saw someone's wife.
From chest pain, took it and left.
He deserved it,
Cursing through mate, for his lies
Callous soul, rudeness, humiliation,
With an insult to her,
Changing face masks,
Like that Judas Iscariot,
Ghost, like a monster.
No, even worse! He is a thief! Thief of time! Fraudster, pervert one hundred percent!
Broadcasting yourself to young girls,
Or even taking part in a group sex,
filming young girls,
And give him every week,
Any, and even young,
But every girl loves her own, like her own soul.
It's bad that they go to one side, looking for another,
But, hatred of lies
revived in her even more,
She moves away from people like you,
The Bible itself says:
"People are goats!" for unrepentant sins,
Who is this? -!!!
Clown with eggs in his hands!
The whole world recognized you,
Pedophile, Goat, Maniac"

- Anin Sheer

About men, About pain, About hatred, About lies

Quotes about a beautiful and beloved city (200 quotes) , whose inhabitants are usually engaged in non-agriculture. It has a developed complex of economy and economy. It is an accumulation of architectural and engineering structures that ensure the livelihoods of the permanent and temporary population of the city.

Most often, people leave a small town to dream of returning there. And others stay to dream of leaving there.

Chuck Palahniuk

I am very connected to my city because I am an extension of it.

Bahram Bagirzadeh

The city at street level is not so attractive. But if you look up...

- So you said, the city is strength, and here everyone is weak...
- The city is an evil force... The strong come, become weak, the city takes strength... So you are gone!

Whoever decides to conquer the capital must be stronger than her. This city does not forgive weakness and does not believe in tears...

It's time to destroy this city! Or at least repaint it in a different color.

. .. The darkness that came from the Mediterranean covered the city hated by the procurator. The suspension bridges connecting the temple with the terrible Anthony Tower disappeared, the abyss descended from the sky and flooded the winged gods over the hippodrome, the Hasmonean palace with loopholes, bazaars, caravanserais, lanes, ponds ... Yershalaim disappeared - the great city, as if it did not exist in the world ...

I've always believed that the things you don't choose make you who you are: your city, your neighborhood, your family.

He read the city like a book, like a story about invisible buildings absorbed in history.

Says Noteboom

A city becomes a world when you love one of those who live in it.

Love for this or that city is conditioned by the feelings that one had to experience in it, and not by the city itself.

Love is not a mirror pond into which one can gaze forever. It has ebb and flow. And the wreckage of wrecked ships, and sunken cities, and octopuses, and storms, and boxes of gold, and pearls . .. But pearls - they lie very deep.

Hometown is not the one where you started your life, but the one where you want to end it.

… the town turned out to be photogenic, though the ass of the world.

Max Frei

I love the forest. It is difficult to live in cities: there are too many lustful people there.

Friedrich Nietzsche

It turns out that there is such a pleasure - wandering through empty streets at random, not knowing the way. Alien, incomprehensible city. Alien, incomprehensible life.
But real. The most there is.

It is very correct to come to a foreign city in the morning. By train, by plane, it doesn't matter. The day starts as if from scratch...

After the break, certain streets, places, even times become forbidden! The city turns into a desolate battlefield filled with mines of memories. You have to be careful where you step, otherwise you will be torn to pieces...

It seems to be very important for the city to be able to talk to people in a language they understand.

Max Fry

Our city… These landscapes made my heart tremble. Similar to cloudy coffee goo, the familiar gloomy darkness into which city dwellers are immersed, as if it were calendar holidays. Endless rows of buildings and housing, a foggy overcast sky. Lined up in rows of herds of machines spewing carbon dioxide. Old cotton curtains on the windows of cramped and shabby wooden houses - I live in one of them. And the vanity of countless people inside. Infinite amplitude - from pride to self-pity. This is what the city is.

Haruki Murakami

The most wonderful city is the one where one is happy.

A big city where your dreams come true for someone else.

The bigger the city, the stronger the loneliness. And this is the biggest city.

Waiting and hoping is a sure way to suddenly go crazy, but running around the city and doing stupid things is exactly what you need!

Night city. In a light fog, the light of the streets is washed out - this is how a short-sighted or crying person sees the lanterns. Or a wretch with no prospects. Elchin Safarli. You were promised to me.

What a blessing it is that people live in sleeping areas like in a remote province. Otherwise, it would be impossible to get to the good, but, having reached it, not to get there. However, that's just the misfortune, that's why you have to go somewhere.

No. This city is not for psychedelics - reality is too crooked here.

Nowhere, in any city in the world, do the stars shine as brightly as in the city of childhood.

Now the whole world is on the edge, looking down at the hellish hell. All those liberals, intellectuals, sweet talkers. And for some reason, suddenly no one knows what to say. Below me is this terrible city, it screams like a slaughterhouse full of mentally retarded children, and the night stinks of fornication and an unclean conscience.

My life is not mine. I live in a city where I don't want to be. I live a life that I don't want to live.

I began to vaguely understand how much tempting a big city is fraught with: wealth, elegance, comfort - everything that can adorn a woman.

Theodore Dreiser

The only dream the city has is that there are no people and it is free.
The city dreams of falling into silence, and it kills us one by one.

Life in cities teaches you to look only at your feet. The fact that there is a sky in the world, no one will remember ...

Soldiers surrender cities, generals take them.

Alexander Tvardovsky

Only domestic city girls have such toes on their feet that they want to wrap them in candy wrappers, like lollipops.

Those who have forgotten me can form a city.

My father left me when I was six years old, but I still don't remember him. My father has a habit of starting a new family in a new city every seven years. He obviously believes that the family is something like a chain of branded restaurants.

Chuck Palahniuk

I know all of them: they are all scammers, the whole city is like this: a scammer sits on a scammer and drives a scammer.

Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol

. .. I generally like to leave, because without leaving one city it is quite difficult to come to another, and I like to come more than anything else.

Warm days have returned to the city. They returned with redoubled affection, as unfaithful wives return. All day long frivolous, restless clouds wandered across the sky, and dry, fried autumn leaves densely lay on the ground silently, without a rustle. For several days the city seemed to be in a warm and kind of blissful swoon, it indulged in autumn, this changeable liar, and did not believe, did not want to believe in the imminent onset of cold weather ...

Dina Rubina

There is something naive, theatrical, captivating and magical in Lisbon in the light of the sun. But at night, it turns into a vague fairy tale about a city that descends to the sea with all its terraces and onami, like a festively dressed woman, leaning towards her lover, drowned in darkness.

Erich Maria Remarque

— Why does no one I ask about their favorite city name the city where they were born and live? “I don’t know, dear . .. Perhaps we were all scattered around the world and mixed in it so that everyone would look for their own place. Heart.

Elchin Safarli

Some tourists think that Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth, it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, many people find sin.

It is enough to arrive at five in the morning in an unfamiliar city. That's all...

People are said to be more tolerant in a big city than in the countryside. No, it's just indifference.

I looked at my watch - it was five o'clock in the morning, but neither she nor I even fell asleep, because there was a neurosis in the air of this city, which the inhabitants there take for energy.

Evelyn Waugh

The brighter the city, the darker its shadow...

Everyone in this city loves loneliness, and even if they don't, they are still alone.

Winter kills life on earth, but spring comes and all living things will be born again. But it was hard to believe, looking at the ashes of the recently living city, that spring would come for him someday.

When this big old city consumes me,
I get lost again.
Here I could stay,
But I will continue on my way.

If you are looking for a person in a big city and have no idea where he might be, then instead of rushing around the city in search of him, it is better to sit somewhere in the center and wait until he whom you are looking for, he will not come to you.

You can build your future out of anything. From some crumbs or sparks. From the desire to move forward, slowly, one step after another. You can build a spacious city on the ruins.

Lauren Oliver

There are four inevitable retributions for a city life. For idleness, a little personal work - schizophrenia, for excessive comfort, laziness and greedy food - sclerosis, heart attack, for experiencing the period for which the given individual is designed by heredity - cancer, for childbearing at random ... - hereditary diseases, cretinism ...

Ivan Efremov

The rivers have cooled down, and the earth has cooled down, And the houses have slightly ruffled. It's warm and damp in the city, It's warm and damp in the city, And outside the city it's winter, winter, winter.

There are people in the world whom you simply love. Just. Not for anything. You feel good just thinking that they exist. They may be very far away, in other cities, even in other countries, but you know that they love you too. Just.

I will drown the whole city in blood, if only you were whole.

Oh, if the Eternal City were not tormented by eternal traffic jams.

Walking through an unfamiliar city, if you have not worn out your legs, do not collapse from fatigue, have at least a little money in your pocket, and a few days left, is one of the most pleasant activities in the world.

Sergey Lukyanenko

Still, the hometown is a high concentration of impressions. Not something specific, but all at once. Strong, weak, joyful and sad - such a powerful stream that you just choke.

There was a carousel in my life, there was a room for laughter, and now, finally, I met a person with whom I can stop and not run anywhere else. Do you want to stay with me?

Here, every locality, every city is different from the other. Rome is one thing, Naples is quite another. I'm not talking about Venice, Florence or, say, the islands.

Oleg Roy

The city is a teacher of man.

One of the easiest ways to love the city you live in is to look at it from time to time through the eyes of a stranger (unless, of course, an evil fate has thrown you into a very nasty hole).

While my crazy city swallows funny dreams, And lays noisy streets with maple hearts, Lord, I beg you, fasten my soul with all buttons, So that I won't fade away until spring.

Cities are like women, each with its own special smell.

George Martin

That's the advantage of tiny towns - without any effort on your part, everyone knows everything about you.

The city lies in darkness... It's winter again...

It cannot be that at the thought that you are in Sevastopol, a feeling of some kind of courage, pride does not penetrate into your soul and that the blood does not begin to circulate faster in your veins …

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy

In a big city you can see more, but in a small city you can hear more.

There are a million such towns in the world. And in each it is just as dark, just as lonely, each is just as detached from everything, each has its own horrors and its own secrets.

Autumn depressively covers the city with leaves, Corroding the colors with a damp mood.

Brian discovered one of the great truths of small towns: most secrets—in fact, all more or less important secrets—should not be shared with anyone.

Stephen King

Surviving, winning in a big city, she becomes infected with the virus of indifference, without noticing it herself. It is difficult to keep warm in oneself where it is easier to be cold... and more comfortable.

- Honey, this is the trouble of a big city - you can almost never be alone here.
— Where do children come from here then?

I will go where you are. I don't need anything else. I don't need student council anymore. I don't need good grades anymore. I no longer need smart comrades. I don't want to meet spring in another city. I want to meet her with you. This is enough for me.

The biggest city, when you settle down in it, shrinks, becomes small for you and provincial.

Well, what a city - not a single unfamiliar face. Even the bandits, and those acquaintances.

When this city falls asleep, I get up.

Any city ceases to be hostile as soon as you eat and drink in it.

It is said that streets and houses keep the memory of moments of happiness experienced by loving souls. It's probably just a beautiful legend, but this morning I need to believe in it....

My voice, a little low from nicotine Will whisper to you on the phone, That without you I smoked a lot again, Walked with others, slept and loved. So spring comes to my city...

If there were no winter If there were no winter In towns and villages, We would never know These merry days. The little ones wouldn't be circling Near the snow woman, The ski track wouldn't wind, If only, if only, if... The ski track wouldn't wind, If only, if only, if. ..

The city once again pretends that I'm not there. But this is ridiculous...

All my generation are loners, we are deaf to each other, like a bird diving; busy with our own business, we hear nothing around; hiding in peaceful marriages, we dream of that one, condemned to a lonely plate and dinner in silence; we saw cities, not people in them.

What matters is not the seclusion of the place, but independence. The poets who lived in the cities still remained hermits.

R. Emerson

When rain falls from above,
When eyes look up from below,
People and cities become cleaner.

Earring

If the essence of life is information transmitted through genes, then society and culture are nothing but an additional giant system for the accumulation and storage of information. That is, the city is a giant external device for storing information.

Tired of reading "Oblomov"
And waiting for good weather from women,
Tired of being soft, gentle, unnecessary,
Tired of living in the city,
Where the authorities are afraid of snow,
And traffic cops greet
With expensive cars.
Tired of being an adult,
Who knows everything,
But can't do anything.

Happiness is when you have a big, friendly, caring, loving family in another city.

George Burns

The city is good only because it gave you.

The sun was shining and people were moving vigorously. It was an asphalt spring, it was one of those spring days of autumn that do not belong to any season, which cities conjure up.

Robert Musil

Music played among the cold rocks,
And the city slept.
Where did she call? Who was she looking for?
Nobody knew.

The worst city in the world, Moscow, is flying past the window.

There are few stars in the sky, but this is not a problem
Here, almost every house has its own, and more than one
Electricity, gas, telephone, water -
Communal paradise without the hassle and worries.

Winter strikes at the heart of all life, animate and inanimate. If it weren’t for the artificial lights of fun, if it weren’t for the fuss created by the lust for life, and the frenzied pursuit of profits by entertainment merchants, if it weren’t for the luxurious windows that merchants set up both inside and outside their stores, if it weren’t for the bright multi-colored advertisements that abound in our streets, if it were not for the crowds of pedestrians scurrying about in all directions, we would quickly feel how hard the icy hand of winter lies on our hearts and how oppressive those long days are when the sun does not give us enough heat and light. We ourselves do not realize to what extent we are dependent on all these phenomena. In essence, we are the same insects, called to life by heat and dying from it.

There is a city in the world without which the world will be better...

The city is melting in the darkness, Autumn, what did I know about you? How many leaves will be torn, Autumn is always right.

“Cities are like clocks,” thought T., “only they don't measure time, they generate it. And every big city produces its own special time, which is known only to those who live in it. In the morning, people, like gears, come into gear and drag each other out of their holes, and each gear spins in its place until it is completely worn out, firmly believing that it is moving in this way to happiness. Nobody knows who winds the spring. But when it breaks, the city immediately turns into ruins, and people who live by completely different hours come to stare at them. The time of Athens, the time of Rome - where is it? And Petersburg is still ticking - six in the morning. As young people write, “well, it’s time to get down to business, to your old business ...”

Viktor Pelevin

You can take cities and win battles, but you can't subdue an entire nation.

City lights at night, it's like someone set off hundreds of fireworks at the same time.

This city is too crowded for the two of us. Let's find a bigger city, shall we?

I looked at the clock - it was past five in the morning, but neither she nor I even fell asleep, because there was a neurosis in the air of this city, which the inhabitants there take for energy.

It is one thing to pilot a B-29 flying to Hiroshima, but quite another to look at it from the central square of the city.

Victor Pelevin

Okay, I understand that every city needs its own idiot...

It's always like this in small towns - no one wants to spend money on such nonsense as lighting.

I am perhaps more attracted by the complete freedom of life in a wild country than by the beauty of nature. There a person can really preserve his human dignity, not like in our cities.

The Germans can destroy the city, destroy its treasures, leave us without heat and light, but they can't destroy faith in people's souls!

Alexander Chakovsky

Solitude should be sought in big cities.

Rene Descartes

- This is my first time in Los Angeles and all I've seen here so far is huge traffic jams and evil robots. — Well, basically, that's all you can see in Los Angeles.

After the break, certain streets, places, even times become forbidden! The city turns into a desolate battlefield filled with mines of memories. You have to carefully watch where you step, otherwise you will be torn to pieces ....

Who can tell where the city ends and the wilderness begins? Who's to say, does the city grow into it or does it move into the city?

— Cities that betray their children do not live long.
— Even if one?
“Even if only one,” the Passenger said quietly but firmly.

Moscow is a city where money can be made out of thin air.

Whoever decides to conquer the capital must be stronger than her. This city does not forgive weakness and does not believe in tears...

Old age is not the surest sign of maturity, but the ability not to get lost when waking up on a busy street in the city center in your underwear.

If you fall because of your mother, she will also help you to your feet. If you fall in the city, no one will help you up.

Wherever you go alone, you will be alone everywhere. Loneliness is a faithful and obsessive companion, it does not need visas and air tickets, it is not demanding on food and place of residence. Sometimes loneliness can be a few hours behind, and then, once in a new place, you think that you got rid of it. But it still catches up. And sometimes it gets ahead of you - and then, as soon as you arrive in an unfamiliar city, you want to quickly run away somewhere else, where loneliness has no chance.

Olga Lukas

They finished synchronously, in different parts of the city, each on their own shelf of human high-rise buildings.

I'm not sure I really exist. I am all the writers I have read, all the people I have met, all the women I have loved, and all the cities I have been to.

The Germans can destroy the city, destroy its treasures, leave us without heat and light, but they can't destroy the faith in people's souls!

We will be showered with snow flakes New winter in this city. I cover my eyes with my hands. Your eyes with your palms.

In big cities, people are like stones thrown into a bag: their sharp edges are gradually worn away, and they become smooth, like pebbles.

There is nothing better than spending the summer in the woods, giving your head a rest before studying and returning home, to the city, to the noise, the cold, the dirty air, where there are too many people in too limited space.

Each city has its own smell. And the smell of each thing betrays its provincial homeland.

She knew a lot about old money. A certain halo of holiness hovered over them - probably because people did not part with them for years. And she understood the new money, made by upstarts, who in recent years have been visibly divorced in the city. But in Madame Zarinski's powdered chest beat the heart of a real Ankh-Morpork shopkeeper who knows for sure that the best money is the one that you hold in your hands, and not anyone else. The best money is my money, not yours. In addition, she was distinguished by sufficient snobbery, and therefore she always confused rudeness and good upbringing. Rich people are never crazy (they are eccentric), and just as they are never rude (they are honest and direct).

Terry Pratchett

Surviving, winning in a big city, she becomes infected with the virus of indifference, without noticing it. It is difficult to keep the warmth in oneself where it is easier to be cold . .. and more comfortable.

Getting slapped by fate,
Here I am, not my own, standing on my own.
I'm looking for a woman in this city,
That one, my only one.

The city is melting in the darkness, Autumn, what did I know about you? How many leaves will be torn, Autumn is always right.

We justify by necessity everything that we ourselves do. When we bomb cities it is a strategic necessity, but when our cities are bombed it is a heinous crime.

Autumn... She suddenly appeared in the city, although according to the calendar it's the right time. The stuffy weeks ended abruptly, as if they had been banished. In the evening it rained, and in the morning the sun was already gloomy. During these hot almost three months of summer, we have completely lost the habit of contrasts. We forgot that we live in a city-mood. Today outside the window smells of autumn coolness. I love this season. The time when you do not need to prove anything, get used to something. Everything is as it is. Time of silent reconciliation with different colors of life.

Elchin Safarli

Zero degrees in a metropolis is too low to freeze and too high to thaw.

The sun was shining and people were moving vigorously. It was an asphalt spring, it was one of those spring days of autumn that do not belong to any season, which cities conjure up.

The pursuit of history is always present in Barcelona. For me, cities are organisms, living beings. For me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And this is a very self-satisfied woman.

Of course, if you want to look at the two most important things - how man lives and how nature lives - you have to come here, to the ravine. After all, the city, after all, is just a big ship battered by storms, it is full of people, and everyone is bustling around tirelessly - bailing out water, chipping off rust.

Ray Bradbury

Like a child's drawing on the pavement,
My whole life on a city map.
Remember what is dear to me,
The city will help me remember everything.

We breathe freely among the fences,
And it can be,
We paint pictures, creating waste,
And it can be.
We love, we give birth in the dust up to the throat,
And it can be.
We are children of a big city,
He is dear to us, we will live with him.

Baku is a city of cats. I hardly saw any dogs there, but cats are everywhere. This is also a sure sign of the feminine essence.

- Well, somewhere, in Leningrad! - In which Leningrad? There is no such city for a long time! - There is no city, but 3rd Builders Street remains ...

The big city is a miserable helpless monster. Everything that it consumes must be delivered to it.

— Sometimes I feel like we're the worst family in town.
- Maybe we should move to a bigger city?

It got dark, the city lights up the first lights. God! How he is overwhelmed by nature, despite all his geometric lines, how the evening presses on him. Hence it is so ... so striking. Am I the only one seeing this? Is there really no other Cassandra anywhere, who stands on a hill just like that and sees a city at her feet, swallowed up by the womb of nature. But what difference does it make to me? What can I tell her?

Jean-Paul Sartre

This city, which I so rarely return to, again contrived and stuck an awl in my heart - through everything that I managed to come to terms with in life, through a jacket, sweater and chest.

Martha Ketro

— Asterisk, give me a million, eh? I'll leave, I promise. Definitely, I give a tooth. I can’t be here anymore, I’m tired, I don’t have the strength. This city will choke me. Strangle to death, you bitch! Just give me a million, okay? And I immediately. Right the next day. Or on the same evening. I’ll just buy a suit and go to the bathhouse ...

Sergey Minaev

We were the first generation that did not hesitate to discuss orgasms from the age of fourteen and masturbated without feeling pangs of conscience. Moscow is not a city for virgins. The city of endless merging of bodies, destinies, souls. Hot, burning, splashing water in hundreds of streams along rivers, taps and glasses. The city is a fairy tale. Because it is full of unfulfilled desires.

This music was written as if to help you go forward, stubbornly and almost vengefully climb up the mountain. She calls forward, forward, forward, not allowing to stop. And then there is a lull, as in a Vienna forest, as if a person suddenly caught in the throat from the sight of the city where he is striving, and then he spreads his arms to the sides and begins to dance in a circle ... This is merciless music. A walking person is not going to stop. Forward, up, further ... Now it does not matter: forests, trees - all this does not matter. Only one thing matters: you keep walking... And when a drop of happiness comes again - fragrant, jubilant happiness, caused by the fact that you are walking on a plateau - then this time steps sound in time with it. That's why the journey never ends. Until the music stops playing.

Ann Rice

Moscow at night is like a prostitute – it sells itself, and it sells profitably and not cheaply…

No matter how alien the city is, you can always look up and see the usual picture.

Entire cities can be built on bare love. The easiest way to find her is to leave the house and go nowhere.

Country mansions of the rich, as a rule, neither to the village nor to the city.

- Why does no one I ask about their favorite city name the city where they were born and live?
- I don't know, dear... Perhaps we were all scattered around the world and mixed in it so that everyone would look for their own place. Heart.

From the city until spring, having packed a suitcase, joy left for the south.

“That's great,” Benjamin said optimistically, catching his breath. The farther from the city, the quieter and cleaner the air. - And the beast is more fearless! Polina said happily.

There is nothing better than spending the summer in the woods, giving your head a rest before studying and returning home, to the city, to the noise, the cold, the dirty air, where there are too many people in too limited space.

Simon Hawke

Moscow is a public city where casual sex is an everyday constancy of things. Lust is everywhere - in a girl licking mayonnaise from a French hot dog, in a man who coldly and cruelly smokes a cigarette in a sports cabrio, in that couple who do not hesitate to put their hands through the codpiece, located on one of the shops on Nikitsky Boulevard.

Maria Sveshnikova

Traveling so much, she discovered one amazing thing for herself: none of the lights of the night city can compare with the beauty of the lights illuminating her native land. And even the stars in the sky shine brighter where your home is.

In France. Underground.
— The escalators are not long, and apparently the depth is not very great, it's not like in my hometown — St. Petersburg, it's been half a day there and back.

The city removed the winter. The snows were salivating. Spring has come again, stupid and talkative like a cadet.

There is on a distant planet
City of people in love.
The stars shine for them in a special way,
The sky is doves for them.
White walls over the sea,
White peace and comfort.
People don't quarrel,
People don't argue,
People sing to each other

… at night the city is an overturned sky.

I would like to fall with snow in your city, just to be with you

Guard the city, fight in the wasteland, knowing both grief and happiness; Then the spirit-bearing powder will rise, filling the tripod, blushing.

Zhang Bo-duan

Moscow, where Evian mineral water is taken from puddles, and the river, dirty thanks to AZLK and other illegally operating abbreviations, flows out of taps in every house, is my city. Every day we drink this city to the bottom.

- There are many interesting games. Cities, for example. I’m saying “Moscow”, you mean “a”, Astrakhan, for example, and you mean “n”, Novgorod. Speak, Fedya.
- What am I?
- Well, speak "d".
- Vorkuta.
— Why Vorkuta?
- I was sitting there.

The most convenient way to get to know the city is to try to find out how people work here, how they love here and how they die here.

“That's great,” Benjamin said optimistically, catching his breath.
- The farther from the city, the quieter and cleaner the air.
- And the animals are more fearless!
- Polina happily picked up.

Olga Gromyko

Unwinding the strings of the streets, where God knows where,
Bypassing the silent fountain, snow-covered portals,
The city goes away, it suddenly lost
The gift of non-verbal speech to say: "I am."

- The city is too cruel. I don't want to live here!
- Cities are not cruel. Only people.

In Enos [a city in Thrace] there is eight months of frost and four cold.

A city in which there is no loved one, even if several million people live in it, there are a thousand streets, houses and intersections, subways, stadiums, shopping centers, large parks, theaters and libraries, many factories, factories, hospitals, schools, institutes, restaurants and clubs, this city will still seem empty and deserted.

Very possible, sir, said the old gentleman, but what I rebel against is the transformation of good arable land into city streets, against the fact that where cows used to graze peacefully, houses now grow up full of useless , hideous human beings. I protest against the fact that nature is becoming a place for walks for citizens.

Aldous Huxley

Looking at Ankh-Morpork at this time of the year, it's hard not to exclaim that the city appears in all its unique splendor. Although it would sound ambiguous. Rather, he appeared in all his magnificent uniqueness.

Men can do whatever they want. They believe that the city belongs to them. They leave their scent everywhere. They are not afraid.

The city is always vicious.

On the outskirts, in the capital, a hundred people hang around: the door to the capital is being boarded up.

He lives in the capital, and the province in it.

A small town is a place where you can't even go where you shouldn't be.

Night city. In a light fog, the light of the streets is washed out - this is how a short-sighted or crying person sees the lanterns. Or a wretch with no prospects.

I will arrive different —
You will remain the same!

Moscow collects extremes. The smartest, the most sincere, the richest give away the surplus, and it turns out that happiness and unhappiness to the maximum turn into a mass prosperous middle ground.

Both the shepherd, and the sailor, and the wandering merchants always have one treasured city, where she lives, for the sake of which they are ready to sacrifice the joyful opportunity to freely roam the world.

My city will stand!

But this city with bleeding gills
should be crossed…
And time catches us in the water with greedy lips.
Time teaches us to drink.

The darkness that came from the Mediterranean covered the city hated by the procurator. The suspension bridges connecting the temple with the terrible Anthony Tower disappeared, the abyss descended from the sky and flooded the winged gods over the hippodrome, the Hasmonean palace with loopholes, bazaars, caravanserais, lanes, ponds ... Yershalaim disappeared - the great city, as if it did not exist in the world ...

There is no surer sign of the bad organization of cities than the abundance of lawyers and doctors in them.

Plato

Look, this is not a city! It's like Jesus Christ sat down to take a shit and it landed right here!

Small towns are good, but they give birth to small people.

-… But I don't want to go back. I'm sick of New York. That's right, my father said that this city destroys everything! It breaks every cell of a human being, introduces a drop of nitroglycerin there, and then, when there is a lot of it, a person explodes and loses everything. I want to remain human, not a ticking time bomb.

Anna Faskhutdinova

Minin and Pozharsky will save Moscow from Russia!

The city was a worthy title. Being. A woman. That's what he was. A woman. Roaring, ancient, counting its age in centuries. Leading you by the nose, letting you fall in love with yourself, and then giving you a kick. A crushing blow to the face. Open your mouth. Language. Tonsils. Teeth. Yes, yes, that's what she was. She was... a creature, you know, a bitch. Doll. chicken. Bitch. And then you hated her, and even when it seemed to you that you had mastered her, beside yourself, she opened her huge roaring rotten heart to you, taking the advantage. Yes a. Like this. You never know where you stand. You lie down. The only thing you're sure of is that you shouldn't let her go. For, for she was yours, all that you owned, with all her gutters...

Terry Pratchett

Small town is a nice place where the neighbors keep an eye on your wife.

… the city is full of enemies, they get angry because of the heat and therefore remember all winter disputes and grievances.

In the edge of concrete and glass behind high walls,
Where system units howl at the moon in unison…

And I see how little hope there is
In the elusive ghostly summer,
I met myself in this city,
Looked into my eyes and was horrified …

This city is too restless. It is full of liars.

I remember one day standing in front of the door of my shop, looking out into the street and thinking: would I like to die in this city? The simplest test. And he answered himself: no, not at all. Is it worth living here then?

We have such a big city that there is not enough good weather for everyone.

Someday I will take off my 10 cm stilettos and go for a walk around the city.

The smell of a big city. Dirty thoughts. And expensive things.

They climbed onto the highest roof in the city and melted into each other.

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