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Everything unknown is magnified.
[Lat., Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.]
Istanbul ... the constant beating of the wave of the East against the rock of the West ...
Abracadabra, I'm up like Viagra.
Aelin of the wildfire.
From no place can you exclude the fates.
[Lat., Nullo fata loco possis excludere.]
The more we deny ourselves, the more the gods supply our wants.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret.]
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
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.
Raft of the Medusa.
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
beautiful country with spectacular views. As
The name of the place was Is Vesnara Shast, which translated to The Wandering Road. What Lila didn't know, not until she saw Lenos's unease, was that the Arnesian word for road - shast - was the same as the word for soul.
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
I'm going to run away," she said.
"Atlantis," she said.
"No one really knows where it is," she said. "But I'll find it and then I'll go and then they'll worry.
Don Juan speaks of the island of the tonal as something that's in the middle of the ocean ... the nagual.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid - at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In
panta rei ("All things are in flux"),
Her gaze dims as her nostalgia for Palermo overcomes her. Those smells of seaweed dried by the sun, of capers, of ripe figs, she will never find them anywhere else; those burnt and scented shores, those waves slowly breaking, jasmine petals flaking in the sun.
Perchance to dream
"What are you doing here, Ariel? I would have thought you'd be halfway to Timbuktu."
- lisa mantchev perchance to dream
Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down
Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
Nocta Hemata. The Night of Passion. The Night of Abandon.
Of evils one should choose the least.
[Lat., Ex malis eligere minima oportere.]
The island is in Kenya, the water is in Uganda ... But the [Luos, a Kenyan ethnic group] are mad, they want to fish here but this is Uganda.
Trystero. The word hung in the air as the act ended and all lights were for a moment cut; hung in the dark to puzzle Oedipa Maas, but not yet to exert the power over her it was to.
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.
Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ...
Attraversiamo (meaning "Lets cross over" in Italian)
The great Satyr and Tiger of Hyrcania presents a gift to those of the Ocean; A fleet's chief will set out from Carmania, one who will take land at the Tyrren Phocaean.
The sun setting on the Ucayali, with the Andean foothills in the background, and the taste of freshly cut papaya in my mouth, restoring a body utterly shattered, made for one of those 'ones to tell the grandchildren' memories.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Left behind as a memory for us.
[Lat., Nobis meminisse relictum.]
My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.
Dark Star Safari,
Mafia landmarks are found everywhere in beautiful Sicily, an unfortunate byproduct of the island's tragic history. By mapping theses strange sites and telling the amazing stories behind them, I hope to remind readers that the Mafia is not a romantic relic of the past.
away from the ocean, heading toward the
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Ad astra per alia porci (to the stars on the wings of a pig)
Now drown care in wine.
[Lat., Nunc vino pellite curas.]
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.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ...
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
Et calcanda semel via leti.]
Dattebayo! (Do you get what I am saying?!)
Art for art's sake.
[Lat., Ars gratia artis.]
The Big Dipper. Cassiopeia.
How bitter it is to reap a harvest of evil for good that you have done!
[Lat., Ut acerbum est, pro benefactis quom mali messem metas!]
twenty miles of the sea. My
The Shat-el-Arab is a noble river or estuary. From both its Persian and Turkish shores, however, mountains have disappeared, and dark forests of date palms intersected by canals fringe its margin heavily, and extend to some distance inland.
The mind alone can not be exiled.
[Lat., Mens sola loco non exulat.]
Palermo was lovely. The most beautifully situated town in the world - it dreams away its life in the Conca d'Oro, the exquisite valley that lies between two seas. The lemon groves and the orange gardens were entirely perfect.
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
So, Magellan, where are we going? (Danger)
Away. I'm open to any location, so long as it doesn't involve returning to your house while Wart-Head is there.
Asino tu nascesti, ad asino morrai. [An ass you were born; an ass you will die.]
an amaranthine valley of orange groves
Rome, Abby." I ignored him and turned to my aunt. "A month before my father disappeared, he needed you in Rome. Now I need you in Rome.
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
Do not pluck the beard of a dead lion.
Barbam vellere mortuo leoni.]
Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.
North-ish." A pause, and then: "Is that Terra for I'm lost-ish?
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
Sicily has suffered 13 foreign dominations from which she has taken both the best and the worst. The sequence of different cultures has made Sicily a fascinating place, quite unlike any other.
Aria Crosses Over
Rome is an astonishment!
Over the wine-dark sea.
Paradise of Lailah Gifty Akita is reading, wondering and writing.
Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.
as those old engravings of the 'Cenacolo,' or that painting by Gentile Bellini, in which one sees, in a state in which they no longer exist, the masterpiece of Leonardo and the portico of Saint Mark's. We
Pervasive part of the island culture
Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.
stomata. The guard
Tchotchka. Amorta. Heart of my heart. Speak to me.
Amboyna seems to present the most favorable opening. Fifty thousand souls are there perishing without the means of life, and the situation of the island is such that a mission there established might, with the blessing of God, be extended to the neighboring islands in those seas.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
[Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent
Milan. What a beautiful place to die.
They send their shout to the stars.
[Lat., Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.]
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
yee naaldlooshii." "The
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.
Insofar as Pancasila is concerned, I am only its formulator: a formulator of those feelings which have been present silently in the heart of the Indonesian people.