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It's Bernoulli not Marconi that flies the airplane.
Guarda il cielo. Non troverai mai un arcobaleno se stai guardando per terra.
Look up to the sky. You'll never find rainbows if you're looking down.
You've got something that I don't have. Innocence. Ur eyes express it, & I can read everything in them". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion
I could kill Vino for all this doping crap. Strangle him slowly with piano wire just like they do in the Italian gangster movies. I bet I could get Aru to buy the wire.
She always called him Luca, in the Italian manner, and said it with that funny trans-European intonation, the accent oddly placed on the first syllable: 'Where's Loo-ka?', just like Audrey Hepburn saying, 'Take the pic-ture,' in Funny Face.
Kalevala, whereas
No nice extreme a true Italian knows;
But bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.
This is the second day now that I do not know the result of the juegos he thought. But I must have confidence and I must be worthy of the great DiMaggio who does all things perfectly even with the pain of the bone spur in his heel.
Everything sounds better in Italian.
I'm bound to fail when I write in Italian, but unlike my sense of failure in the past, this doesn't torment or grieve me.
This is a unique scandal in Italian football history - with Juventus as the victims of an injustice.
So I sang the first Italian song that came into my head, which turned out to be "Volare." I'm sure I need not mention at this point that I am a rock star, and it sounded fantastic. J.Lo
Angleterre Hotel,
The Italians are hoping for an Italian victory.
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
Kaka' (literally, paternal uncle).
Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
Never go up against a Sicilian when death, is on the line.....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..........(thump)
I like Balotelli: he's even crazier than me. He can score a winner, then set fire to the hotel.
Tomorrow night, I'll be in Giovanni Schiaparelli's favorite hole!
You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they sat, it's for the same two things."
"What?"
"Love and gelato.
Paolo di Canio is capable of scoring the goal he scored.
To penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery-back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.
Welcome to Bologna on Capital Gold for England versus San Marino with Tennent's Pilsner, brewed with Czechoslovakian yeast for that extra Pilsner taste and England are one down.
Don't call me Alessandro, or this could get ugly. Oh, then may I call you Alice?
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Attraversiamo (meaning "Lets cross over" in Italian)
Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down
Italian drivers: "...he drove as if he were at the wheel of a Ferrari at Monza. Like all drivers, he insisted on showing off his skills.
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
The most widely criticised singers in the history of opera, Maria Callas and Franco Corelli, happen also to be the best singers. I am honoured for being part of their group.
I want to be inside Nic Pizzolatto's brain.
People are very passionate in Italy. If you like something, you like something. If you hate something, you hate something. When you hate something, you are screaming.
Asino tu nascesti, ad asino morrai. [An ass you were born; an ass you will die.]
Don't tell those coming in the final result of that fantastic match, but let's just have another look at Italy's winning goalo.
Mauricio Pellegrino has the pace of a tricycle with a flat tyre ridden by Luciano Pavarotti, and the turning speed of an oil tanker with its anchor set.
Well, Fellini ... there is always Fellini.
Can't you read? The score demands 'con amore', and what are you doing? You are playing it like married men!
Ambrosio, learn to know me better. I love you for your virtues: Lose them, and with them you lose my affections. I look upon you as a Saint; Prove to me that you are no more than Man, and I quit you with disgust.
I am I, I am he. We are, but I am I, first I am I, I will defend being I until I am unable to fight any longer. I am I, Atalia. Ego. Yo. A professional degree, an Argentine, a scarlet fingernail, pretty sometimes, big dark eyes, I. Atalia Donosi, I. Yo. Yo-yo, windlass and hawser. Funny.
The Lazio fans always stop [at the bakery] on their way home from the stadium to stand in the street for hours, leaning up against their motorcycles, talking about the game, looking macho as anything, and eating cream puffs.
I love Italy.
Sometime to be called Pavarotti is not always an advantage.
On the field I defend our colours, love our flag and sing our anthem. I could not be more Italian than I am now.
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets."
Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
There is no need to tell you that the 'Prince of Salina' is the Prince Lampedusa, my great-grandfather Giulio Fabrizio.
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
Do you know the Ai'oan word for heart? he asks.
I shake my head.
"It's py'a." We're so close, his whisper is right in my ear, and his breath warms the side of my neck. "You are my heart, Pia.
And I said to myself, here's the problem with the world: The Italians are too Italian, and nobody else is Italian enough.
See, food I can talk about. I'm Italian, I know the food.
That's what I call 'Guiliani Time', my friends. 'We've got a problem. Let's kill it.'
Italian politicians are too stupid to deserve my vote, but they can get over it with my critical, denunciatory, satirical, vitriolic and vituperative invectives.
Whether a gastronomic tour of Italy, an elegant meal at the home of an Italian acquaintance, or "cooking Italian" back in one's own kitchen, the prospect is mouth-watering.
Pertini has interpreted as their best the worst about Italians.
My goodness carina mia, you are so thin. You do not eat enough. Mangia, mangia, mangia! [Alicia's Italian mother's view of her daughter.]
Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand.
Italy has been made; now it remains to make Italians
My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . .
"Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely louder than the surf.
"Rose," I said as our lips met. "My name is Rose.
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
Se scappi non capisci.
In spite of all the sparring that went on between us, I sort of liked Morelli. Good judgment told me to stand clear of him, but then I've never been a slave to good judgment.
This isn't so much romance as it is opportunity [victor mancini]
Le spine della rosa sono nacoste dal fiore: the thorns of the rose are hidden by the bloom.
You are like the winged goddess from Greek mythology. As beautiful and soaring like an angel as her". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion:
My name is Giovanni Giorgio , but everybody calls me Giorgio.
Yes, young men, Italy owes to you an undertaking which has merited the applause of the universe. You have conquered and you will conquer still, because you are prepared for the tactics that decide the fate of battles.
Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.
Do not pursue with the terrible scourge him who deserves a slight whip.
[Lat., Ne scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello.]
Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there.
Pavarotti is dead and the streets are full of arias,
my brother. Every window a tenor leans,
there are sopranos in the olive branches.
And all across the globe the world
turns to crescendos.
On Napoli, Elena Ferrante is more ferocious than Roberto Savino.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Roberto Mancini's got that Italian style, the old joie de vivre.
Percy pizza with extra olives.
His clothing marked him as Italian. The cadence of his speech announced that he was Venetian. His eyes were all policeman.
I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers.
Perry Johansson.
If there is a gratification which I envy any people in this world it is to your country [Italy] its music. This is the favorite passion of my soul, and fortune has cast my lot in a country where it is in a state of deplorable barbarism.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed e subito sera
Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world,
pierced by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it's evening
To the Young Artists of Italy! The cry of rebellion that we launch, linking our ideals with those of the Futurist poets, does not originate in an aesthetic clique. It expresses the violent desire that stirs in the veins of every creative artist today.
If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. What's your name?" The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei's gaze. "Who wants to know?" Sergei rolled his eyes. "The guy who's going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue." He
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
The reality is that when you visit Italy, you'll be hijacked by relatives of all sorts; the entire family tree is waiting to meet you. [A hyphenated Italian's risk]
Raphael meet Avery.
Gervasio Lonquimay
Rodolfo lifted Alessandra's hand to his lips and kissed it. 'I have loved you, Alessandra. Do not forget that. Thank you ... thank you for loving me.' She wept, curling her head in toward his good shoulder. 'Do not leave me, Rodolfo. Do not leave us. Chiara ... and the baby ...
About that proposal, cupcake..."
Morelli
If you weep not now, when will you ever weep?
E se non piangi, de che pianger suoli?
--Inferno, c. 33 l. 42
Don Alfredo leaves us, but his memory will last forever in our hearts. Legends never die. Thanks for everything Maestro.
In the end ... he would choose Campisi.
In the end ... she would choose Abandonato.
In the end ... there would be bloodshed.
I don't mind telling you in confidence that I am keeping in fairly close touch with that admirable Italian gentleman [Mussolini].
Porfirio Rubirosa.
Brabantio: "You are a villain!"
Iago: "You are a senator!
Giovanni always had music running through his head. Moments he experienced in life recalled for him scenes from operas. [Giovanni Tempesta]
Roseto Valfortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills
Italians make you laugh and break your heart.
Tell me about
your Italian journey
I am not ashamed
I wept in that country
beauty touched me
I was a child once more
in the womb of that country
I wept
I am not ashamed
I have tried to return to paradise