What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.
My mother had a rule, obviously, that I couldn't go across the street by myself, but I had to find a way of doing it.
I went on a date once with a police officer, unbeknownst to me. I thought he was a regular guy. And when I found out that he was a police officer... I wasn't so into it. I got paranoid that I would illegally cross the street and get a ticket for jay walking.
My parents were very protective. I couldn't even cross the street without them getting all excited, and placing bets.
Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.
You make decisions just crossing the street.
When I was in boy scouts, I slipped on the ice and hurt my ankle. A little old lady had to help me across the street.
Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances.
The way I see it, I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
I got my heel stuck in a drain as I was crossing the street and cars were coming. It was really scary. A girl in heels in New York is a hard combination.
People do get out of my way when I'm walking to the shops.
When you look the wrong way to cross the street, you've got to be careful with it.
One of the fine moments in 1940s film is no longer than a blink: Bogart, as he crosses the street from one bookstore to another, looks up at a sign.
I'm really afraid of getting hit by cars, like terrified of it. I'm terrified of crossing streets. I'm also very accident-prone...I think people aim for me.
To walk across the street is a risk.
I get a lot of letters. Not only from children but from adults, too. Almost every week, every month, clippings come in from some part of the world where ducks are crossing the street.
Soon, I'm going to need help crossing the street.
The driver of a carriage or the rider of a bicycle along the streets of a city is bound to anticipate that passengers on foot may be at the crossings and to take reasonable care not to injure them. If he fails to look out for them, or when he sees, does not, so far as is in his power, avoid them, he is chargeable with negligence
New transportation technologies required new laws, criminal and civil.
You walk out in the street, we don't know if we're going to get across. It's a test.
When you're walking around in Shanghai, I called it the City of Near Misses, because they do not stop for pedestrians. And the pedestrians do not have the right of way. It's those little things that no one tells you.
I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.
I remember wearing overcoats, hiding in the bushes outside of Abbey Road Studios, waiting for the traffic to clear. As it did, we would drop our overcoats and run out on to the cross walk and strike our poses.
As I walked down the street while talking on the phone, sophisticated New Yorkers gaped at the sight of someone actually moving around while making a phone call. Remember that in 1973, there weren't cordless telephones, let alone cellular phones. I made numerous calls, including one where I crossed the street while talking to a New York radio reporter - probably one of the more dangerous things I have ever done in my life.