Cobbles Quotes

#1. I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

Ted Hughes

#2. These words came, quite clear, like small, evil people, across the cobbles to Branza's ankles, where they stood and smirked up at her.

Margo Lanagan

#3. He noticed that a bedraggled and desiccated pink poppy was growing out of a crack where the wall of the teacher's house intersected with the cobbles of the street.

Louis De Bernieres

#4. What can you do if a part of it is uphill? You can't work out another route. You've just got to run the one they give you. But they tell me London is a nice course. Even the cobbles, I hope, are not very much of a problem for me.

Haile Gebrselassie

#5. At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country.

Anthony Doerr

#6. The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

Janet Morris

#7. Cobbles are enormously evocative, like the scent of forgotten objects and remembered melodies.

Justin Cartwright

#8. It was still white, and it still glowed under the moon, and the cobbles were still as rounded as old skulls, and the leaves still looked like splashes of blood across the stones, but Rhea felt better. She was still going somewhere terrible, but she had a hedgehog, dammit.

T. Kingfisher

#9. Commuting in a wheelchair is not easy. I live in a very old part of Rome. These cobbles everywhere ... terrible! In London, it is the same. Every pavement is uneven.

Bernardo Bertolucci

#10. You stand before a god! Speak your eloquence for all posterity. Be Profound!"
"Profound ... huh." Temper was silent for a long moment, studying the cobbles of the alley mouth. And then he lifted his helmed head faced Shadowthrone, and said "Fuck off.

Steven Erikson

#11. Weese was sprawled across the cobbles, his throat a red ruin, eyes gaping sightlessly up at a bank of grey cloud.

George R R Martin

#12. She ducked from her doorway and pressed on, neither too fast nor too slow, soft bootheels silent on the dewy cobbles, her unexceptional hood drawn down to an inconspicuous degree, the very image of a person with just the average amount to hide.

George R R Martin

#13. The water in the drains below the cobbles muttered.

Natasha Pulley

#14. the night is damp, and the cobbles will be slippery." When

George R R Martin

#15. So now get up.'
Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.

Hilary Mantel

#16. The postman on his bicycle, she envied him, envied his wheels kissing the cobbles, that he knew one language only, one country only, envied his undivided past, undivided from his future.

Anouk Markovits

#17. I only laid the cobbles for the streets of Bordertown; it took all of us, an entire community, to bring the city to life. And that's as it should be. Community, friendship, art: stirred together, they make a powerful magic. Used wisely, it can save your life. I know that it saved mine.

Terri Windling

#18. In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

Ernest Hemingway,

#19. How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

Barbara Kingsolver

#20. Edinburgh is an experience
A city of enormous gifts
Whose streets sing of history
Whose cobbles tell tales.

Alan Bold

#21. I note however that this diary writing does not count as writing, since I have just re-read my year's diary and am much struck by the rapid haphazard gallop at which it swings along, sometimes indeed jerking almost intolerably over the cobbles.

Virginia Woolf

#22. Cobbles and kettledrums! ... I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

C.S. Lewis

#23. Times Square, where Broadway crosses 7th Avenue, is known as the crossroads of the world. Millions

F.P. Lione

#24. My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature.
I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.

Patrick Kavanagh

#25. I came from Winnipeg and a small-town background, and I wouldn't say a depressed area, but Winnipeg has never been a rich area like Toronto.

Gerry Schwartz

#26. But perhaps peace was not in a place but within one's self.

Ashley Gardner

#27. When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

Edvard Munch

#28. Future is an enemy territory; we cannot know what will happen to us over there!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#29. It's a great day for Sarah Palin. She was hired as a commentator for Fox News. She signed a multi-year contract, which means she'll probably quit after a year.

Craig Ferguson

#30. Because I'm pure inside, the music that comes out of me is a life-giving thing. Like water.

John Frusciante

#31. There is as yet no liberty if the power of judging be not separated from legislative power and the executrix

Baron De Montesquieu

#32. In the Netherlands, fewer than one in thirty riders wear helmets, the streets are full of cyclists, and the bike accident and head injury rate is far lower than it is in the United States.

Grant Petersen

#33. When I was just five years old, I loved the scary layer and the symbolical power of the red cloak. I made my mom make me that red cloak, and I had to wear it on Halloween, two years in a row.

Catherine Hardwicke

#34. If you talk to the Whites in Mississippi they will tell you, 'You can go to any school you want to; we don't see race.' Biggest lie ever told.

Bennie Thompson

#35. God only knows what I'd be without you.

Veronica Roth