City - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The city grew as platinum petals into a sepia sky.
Only by the grace of modern medicine and sanitation does the city exist at all. Before the days of such things, before vaccinations and clean running water, the death rate exceeded the births - and cities only grew because of migrations into them from the country.
Tonight the city is alive with lights that echo heaven's stars.
The day I saw the empty streets, I realised that the city is the people.
If a city has anything to teach, it is that people need people to love and care for one another. We are all connected. That we rely upon one another is the truth. If money disappeared tomorrow, that would be the only reality, and that is what we evolved with and for. Society is complex by necessity. There are many jobs that need accomplishing for the health of all. That is how God made us, and, for better or worse, in sickness and health, humanity is wedded to one another.
The city has a heart, a rhythm and a beat. It lives in our music, it plays in our sports arenas, it is there in each act of kindness. From the trees in the avenues to the penthouse suite, our city is alive.
In the night the city streets become arteries of light around the heart of our metropolis.
The city air is fresh this day, almost sweet and floral as the pace of living relaxes to a steadier rhythm.
Come the moonlit hours every light in this city is another story that is central to somebody's world.
It was a city of wide avenues and small places to sit and eat, to relax as folk went about their day. There were the sky towers in the centre, what was once thousands of homes now took up less ground space than an old shopping mall. The rest was parks and wild spaces, a chance to walk among nature or enjoy the trails on bicycles or horseback. Yet perhaps my favourite thing was the river that flowed through the centre, crossing the bridges, pausing just to look at the view I saw every day and loved all the more. There are times my Grandfather speaks of the cars man used to have, the boxes on wheels that moved around cities spread out over the Earth, suffocating the soils and poisoning the air. I'm so glad to be born later, after the struggles of the end of the insanity era, when our species almost killed our planet. It's as if there was a war going on but nobody noticed, to absorbed with other battles and ideas that locked the mind. I wonder what I would have done if I'd have been alive back then, if I'd have followed the herd or been one of the shapers of the new world, the one we live in now.