Urbanisation Quotes

“You came to tell us that the great cities are in favour of the gold standard; we reply that the great cities rest upon our broad and fertile plains. Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic. But destroy out farms and the grass will grow in the city...You shall not press down upon the brow of labour this crown of thorns. You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.”
― William Jennings Bryan

“There would remain no sign of you ever having played in this house. Your childhood is going to be swept under a camel-skin rug and elevators are going to be built over the lake we once swam in. This address, as we know it, would be lost forever and we’ll wake up in a box-sized room: cramped, trampled and sensationally unhappy.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')”
― Kunal Sen

“In postcolonial Africa, single dwelling housing is the biggest perpetrator of urban segregation.”
― Archimedes Muzenda, Dystopia: How The Tyranny of Specialists Fragment African Cities

“That Mrs. Munt should be the first to discover the misfortune was not remarkable, for she was so interested in the flats, that she watched their every mutation with unwearying care. In theory she despised them — they took away that old-world look — they cut off the sun — flats house a flashy type of person.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“A civilization must be judged by its standards not by its expenditure.”
― Amit Kalantri

“While Australia is superficially referred to as a continental nation, upon closer scrutiny, it is in fact an archipelago.”
― Asher Judah, The Australian Century

“Such was life; everything passed away; the fields and woodlands of boyhood became built upon; streets and pavements and lamp posts arose where warblers and willow wrens had sung; nothing ever remained the same.”
― Henry Williamson, The Golden Virgin

“It was as if the city’s old, mossy walls, its ancient fountains covered in beautiful script, and its wooden homes, twisting and rotting to the point of leaning on one another for support, had all been burned down and wrecked into nothingness, and the new streets, concrete houses, neon-lit shops, and apartment blocks taking their place had been built to seem even older, more intimidating and incomprehensible, than any place before. The city was no longer an enormous, familiar home but a faithless space in which anyone who got the chance added more concrete, more streets, courtyards, walls, pavements, and shops.”
― Orhan Pamuk, A Strangeness in My Mind

“Laissée à elle-même, la bagnole finit par se détruire. Le temps que sa rapidité nous donne, elle nous le prend aussitôt pour nous expédier ailleurs. Comme le téléphone ou l'avion, pour une corvée qu'elle nous supprime, elle nous en invente mille. Elle nous mène à la campagne, mais bientôt, l'auto aidant, nous ne trouverons plus à cent kilomètres de voiture la baignade ou la verdure qui nous attendaient à cinq minutes de marche.”
― Bernard Charbonneau, L'Hommauto