street

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.

For a cheerful spirit, a dark street is just another bright street!

If you are not selfish and greedy, you picked up riches along the street.

The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never land - a bus to death or glory.I found neither. I found something which haunts me still.The great bus swayed as it sped. The black street gleamed. Through the window a hundred faces fluttered by as though the leaves of a dark book were being flicked over. And I sat there, with a sixpenny ticket in my hand. What was I doing! Where was I going?("Same Time, Same Place")

I call her Google because she got everything I have been searching for.

I call her Google, Because she got everything I'm searching for

The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street__ burn.

The sweeper of the street is a leader in his own respect provided he does his job well with all love, diligence and attention than anyone would do when given the same broom sticks.

A celebrity starts being a cele-crazy when he's seen often, he's just like the ordinary man in the streets. Without much ado to shout his name, i go my way.

Earlier 18th-century literary language was not supple enough to connect the life of the imagination to that of the street.

...And we left the lightfor the night of the street

A street full of shadows will teach you what life is much better than the street full of lights!

I have noticed a trend in premature deaths in the people that I know and the presence of streetlights outside of their homes.

When I see the promotion of nighttime street lighting to the masses, I realize the great level of incompetence that is present in governments, human health and the biological effects of light.

My grandfather would pet the dog, and, in a voice that made him sound like some kind of children's program puppet, he would say: "You're a dog! You're a dog! Where are you? You're a dog!" and the dog's tongue would drop out of its mouth and it would start keening. After a few hours of this, I said, "Jesus Grandpa, I get it, he's a dog," not knowing that, just a few years later, I would be reminding every dog I met on the street that it was a dog, and asking it where it was.

Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life__ garland