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Lat, urbes constituit aetas: hora dissolvit: momento fit cinis: diu sylva.
An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them. In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
Astra is perfect.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently.
[Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]
Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.
You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]
The city of Oia is the most magnificently romantic place I've ever been.
Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.
Venice astonishes more than it pleases at first sight ...
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
Coasted up the Adriatic, its shores swimming in an atmosphere of amber, rose, and aquamarine; we lay in wide land-locked harbours, we roamed through ancient and noble cities,
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
I was born in Naples but my mother is from Rome , therefore some water from the Tiber river runs for sure in my veins.
Philo of Alexandria,
Sleeping Atlantis
Silent cool waters
dancing upon her skin ~
silent cool water
ushering dreams within...
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
My Invented Country; it resembles a heart-shaped paradise.
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Italy, like areas of her childhood, is a part of her world she has always kept secret from her husband. These are places she goes to renew her virginity.
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Montovani? They play Montovani to insomniacs that don't respond to strong drugs
A city whose living immediacy is so urgent that when I am in it I lose all sense of the past.
It is the house of my dreams. My Tuscan dream! [Every Italophile's dream]
But you are not finished. You are my masterpiece, Helene Aquilla, but I have just begun. If you survive, you shall be a force to be reckoned with in this world. But first you will be unmade. First, you will be broken.
Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene! ... Her ineffable charm keeps ever calling us to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection
La Closerie, in Ansouis.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
My inamorata, you know where I'll be: where I'll always be. Waiting. For you.
The ungovernable passion for wealth.
[Lat., Opum furiata cupido.]
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza ...
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
Add two letters two paris and it's paradise.
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
But there was no place like this in the world. Not so serene. So loved by its people and its rulers. The
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.]
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Summer has taken a sensuous turn: Ayrs's wife and I are lovers. Don't alarm yourself! Only in the carnal sense.
...the city of Naples was like this: wonderful from a distance, but when seen close up, it was fragmentary, indefinable, and coarse...
Carquinez Strait
Ratio et prudentia curas,
Non locus effusi late maris arbiter, aufert.
[it is reason and wisdom which take away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.]
Salinas for the alkali which was white as salt.
Parineeta is a classic love story.
In Mexico today the word for the ultimate, the best in anything from a straight flush to the sight of beautiful country, is a todo madre, something which is 'wholly mother'.
In memory Venice is always magic.
Carlina felt as if sudden sunshine had filled the kitchen ... [Carlina's reaction to Stefano Garini]
LYSISTRATA May gentle Love and the sweet Cyprian Queen shower seductive charms on our bosoms and all our person. If only we may stir so amorous a feeling among the men that they stand firm as sticks, we shall indeed deserve the name of peace-makers among the Greeks.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
The beauty of mind that Cerullo had from childhood didn't find an outlet, Greco, and it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and it will be as if she had never had it.
The Composite City where all human potentials are spread out in a vast silent market.
Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.
Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
India Lima Yankee
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks
A scarlet rain; the yellow violet
Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox
Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet,
And all the streams with vernal-scented reed
Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla
Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti.
Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest's shock.
And so, in the space of a few yards, the sacred springs of Gafsa, those laughing, chattering, amorous waters of the Romans that well up here in a river of warmth and purity, had been reduced to those of a Cloaca Maxima.
If the landscape of human emotion were to exist in country, it would be in Italy." ~Lisa Fantino/Amalfi Blue
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
A town loved with bitter love.
Walla Walla is where I make wine, with Eric Dunham. He and I partnered up on a small project for me. We make pretty good cabernet and syrah.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Venice seems like a wonderful city in which to die a slow and alcoholic death, or to lose a loved one, or to lose the murder weapon with which the loved one was lost in the first place.
Calamus fortior gladio.
For what fortress, what city, in the wide extent of the Roman empire, can hope to exist, secure and impregnable, if it is our pleasure that it should be erased from the earth?
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory.
[Lat., Horae
Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight.
Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
A city where the Capitol Dome, perforated like a kitchen colander, is the symbol of how secrets are kept ...
Perhaps it is because Venice is both liquid and solid, both air and stone, that it somehow combines all the elements crucial to make our imaginations ignite and turn fantasies into realities.
The melodious language wrapped itself around her heart and touched her soul in a way that felt like...home. [Italian works its magic]
Give not reins to your inflamed passions; take time and a little delay; impetuosity manages all things badly.
[Lat., Ne frena animo permitte calenti;
Da spatium, tenuemque moram; male cuncta ministrat
Impetus.]
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
The only path to a tranquil life is through virtue.
[Lat., Semita certe
Tranquillae per virtutem patet unica vitae.]
Venice was a hallucinatory incubus, the most artificial environment in the world: Disneyland for grown-ups. It reeked of sex and its putrescent partner, death. Thomas Mann had caught its rouged, feverish aura perfectly.
Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.
This is the spirit of the enchantment under which Venice lies, pearly and roseate, like the Sleeping Beauty, changeless throughout the centuries, arrested, while the concrete forest of the modern world grows up around her.
Whenever I can, in my study, on the subway, in bed before going to sleep, I immerse myself in Italian. I enter another land, unexplored, murky. A
beautiful country with spectacular views. As
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
Ego non baptiso te in nomine ... but make out the rest yourself.
In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.
A girl who would surrender every inhibition to her at night, yet still refused to become a dependant. Andria was more than erotic satisfaction, she filled the soul's longing.
Blissful Islands
Beautiful city! ... spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... her ineffable charm ... Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic!
[On Venice:] A wondrous city of fairest carving, reflected in gleaming waters swirled to new patterning by every passing gondola.
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
Valeria," the mayor's wife asked. "Are you all right this morning? My husband has been asking about you."
"Yes, desire. Quite. Don't you look lovely today.