When I gradually realized the emotion behind it, I began playing cricket in our neighborhood, which I think everyone has.
I grew up exploring my neighborhood and beyond, and would love to give my daughter that kind of freedom.
Young Thug, he gave me all the jewels. He literally paid me to leave the neighborhood.
I went to school for singing, middle school at LaGuardia High School. Followed by Berkeley College of Music and afterwards I went to acting school at the Neighborhood Playhouse for Theater.
I hated, when I was a kid, being told that ‘Black people don’t do that.’ And the white kids at school didn’t accept me because I was black, and the black kids in my neighborhood didn’t accept me because they thought I thought I was white.
Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.
I also developed an interest in sports, and played in informal games at a nearby school yard where the neighborhood children met to play touch football, baseball, basketball and occasionally, ice hockey.
Alan King, a comedian I adored, was considered society, and I was considered the Jewish kid from the neighborhood.
In my neighborhood, everyone had an opinion on the local cantor. You didn’t go to a synagogue to listen to the rabbi’s sermon. You went to listen to the cantor. It was like a concert.
You know, I still live in my neighborhood. I live in Brooklyn and the same neighborhood, so I don’t really get star treatment like that. I’m still Vanessa from the neighborhood.
For somebody in my neighborhood to aspire or revere a person from the upper class, that is the most ugly and pathetic behavior you could exhibit.
I don’t think I would have made ‘A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood’ had Trump not been president. I felt so desperately like we needed to see a model of masculinity that was kind and loving and emotional, and could be the antidote to this president that we had.
I am born and raised in the Bronx. Where I grew up, it is a really working-class neighborhood and it does give you a really good work ethic.
I grew up in an immigrant neighborhood. We just knew the rule was you’re going to have to work twice as hard.
Very few people live in the same house they move into when they’re married or the same neighborhood when they’re married. Very few people certainly live in the neighborhood they grew up in.
I grew up in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood, but my mom is Filipino-Spanish and my dad is Irish.
I longed for funny stories about the sort of children who lived in my neighborhood.
Around 10, I got chubby. I knew I’d crossed a line when the only pants that fit were from the ‘Junior Plenty’ line at JC Penny. My parents had split up, my mom was going through a dark time, and my brother and I were getting bullied in our new neighborhood. Life was big and unsafe.
I grew up playing war. We threw dirt and rocks at each other. We’d lead attacks. We’d break up into squads. It became a neighborhood thing for a while, our neighborhood against the other neighborhood. There was always a war breaking out somewhere.
I remember where I was when I first heard ‘Boyz N The Hood’ – 126th Street and Normandy, South Central, Los Angeles. I remember that I was on my porch. What they described in that song was so vivid and so clear to me because it was the kind of life I was used to witnessing and partly experiencing in my neighborhood.
My son and I ride a tandem bike. We turn the music on and just enjoy riding through our neighborhood.
I do not resent Sarah Jessica Parker. We’ve been friends for decades. I just do not like what ‘Sex and the City’ did to my neighborhood.
I never thought I’d be anything, coming from a rough neighborhood. So my character was built on the street. I had to know how to carry myself; I had to act like I was older than I was.
The year the bus drivers went on strike in Pittsburgh, I was twenty-three and living on the edge of the city in a neighborhood that was on the verge of becoming a ghetto. I had just been fired from a good job as a cartographer in a design studio where I had worked for about four months.
When you walk through a bad neighborhood, you don’t want a poodle by your side. You want a Rottweiler.
Part of our pedagogy is, you report on what’s going on in your neighborhood and your city.
Really, I think that going out and playing with your friends is kind of becoming a lost art, with the kids in the neighborhood.
In Hoboken, when I was a kid, I lived in a plenty tough neighborhood.
Eviction comes with a record, too, and just as a criminal record can bar you from receiving certain benefits or getting a foothold in the labor market, the record of eviction comes with consequences as well. It can bar you from getting good housing in a good neighborhood.
I think I was probably that kid in the neighborhood who you could expect once or twice a year to be knocking on your door trying to sell you something stupid.
I’m from the hood. You put me in a rough neighborhood and believe me, I’m OK.
Colorado’s collective shale deposits contain somewhere in the neighborhood of 1 trillion barrels of oil. That’s almost as much as the entire world’s proven oil reserves!
The same kinds of stereotypes and hunches that George Zimmerman used when deciding that, you know, Trayvon Martin seemed like a threat in his neighborhood, law enforcement officers employ all the time.
Anonymity is a wonderful thing if you can hang on to it. I live in Pasadena where we try to keep the movie people out. We discourage them from moving in our neighborhood and if they do we burn effigies on their lawns.
I am fully present wherever I am. Why bother being in a community or neighborhood and not being fully present? I think that’s colonization. I’m not interested in that.
I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, and most of my family lived in our neighborhood or very close by. I had my grandparents down the street, my great-grandmother next door, and my great-aunt and great-uncle one door down.
Eventually, we want to be able to say, whether in your own neighborhood or a city across the globe, our technology will be needed to break through barriers – whether it’s money, time, languages, or simply choice.
Were you a merchant, would you settle yourself in a rich or poor neighborhood? You would not be so blind as to locate yourself among persons who would not be able to purchase your goods. So with nations with whom we trade.
We are saying that when our nation targets law enforcement efforts at someone’s appearance or what neighborhood they live in or what job they do, it is not living up to our nation’s basic ideals.
We live in a world that has narrowed into a neighborhood before it has broadened into a brotherhood.
I grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood.
There are a lot of children in our country that, because of their neighborhood or socio-economic status, do not have the opportunity to attend a good school that will prepare them for life’s challenges.
My dad was known as a mean guy. He never smiled, and he had ‘Mr. Mean’ put on his license plate. But he was one of the neighborhood dads who looked out for everyone. He would take kids in and help them out.
When I was younger, I was one of the few girls in the neighborhood who could break dance. That’s kind of my local, ghetto-celebrity claim to fame.
Though many people said there is no joint border between Turkey and Montenegro, it feels like we are next to each other. We are in the same neighborhood.
As of late, ‘Boyz n the Hood’ really impacted me because I grew up in that same neighborhood. It was the first time I saw a true reflection of me, my neighborhood and my surroundings.
Amazon’s been around for 24 years, and now they’re doing what any 24-year-old does: move to New York and gentrify a neighborhood.
I grew up a few years after John Kelly in an identical neighborhood in the other side of Boston and I went to high school in John Kelly’s neighborhood. I know the neighborhood John Kelly comes from, I know the culture.
I remember the first time I saw the ‘Sugarhill Gang’ on Soul Train. I was 11 or 12. I was like, ‘What’s going on? How did those guys get on national TV?’ And then, when I was a little older, a rapper from the neighborhood got a record deal. I was shocked.
When you’re the most successful person in your family, in your neighborhood, and in your town, everybody thinks you’re the First National Bank, and you have to figure out for yourself where those boundaries are.
From my old neighborhood, I learned nothing was guaranteed, not even life itself. You better get it today, because tomorrow is not promised.
Many a family, in order to make a ‘proper showing,’ will commit itself for a larger and more expensive house than is needed, in an expensive neighborhood. Almost everyone would, it seems, like to keep up with the Joneses.
I come from a pretty working-class neighborhood in Chicago. Hard work was just expected of you. It wasn’t some noble thing you did; it was a prerequisite. It’s what a man did. You get up, you put on your boots, and you work hard. We’ve lost a lot of that, I’m afraid.
By the time I was 14, my most burning ambition was to leave my home, leave my neighborhood, leave my city. I kept it a secret wish. It was easier done than said. It wasn’t only that I wanted to leave Chicago – I wanted to live in New York City. And I did – for a time.
