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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.
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Tchotchka. Amorta. Heart of my heart. Speak to me.
Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza ...
Oggi uccidiamo, domani moriremo, he said, his gloved hand making the sign of the cross. Today we kill, tomorrow we die.
Cucinala come vuoi, ma sempre cocuzza el...Cook squash anyway you like, but it's still squash.
Sleep, ladies. I will be your St. Florian." Tomaso
stomata. The guard
Viva Italia! Goodbye to all poor peoples everywhere! ... Pusha da button!
Se scappi non capisci.
Retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
We all have an eraser incorporated within us, a delete key, but we forget how to use it. Ho'oponopono helps us to remember the power that we have to choose between erasing (letting go) or reacting, being happy or suffering. It is only a matter of choice in every moment of our lives.
Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there.
Ridendo dicere severum. (<>trong>trtrong>. Through what is laughable say what is somber.)
Corruptio optimi pessima." The corruption of the best things are the worst things.
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
The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
[It., Lo tuo ver dir m'incuora
Buona umilta e gran tumor m'appiani.]
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Do not pursue with the terrible scourge him who deserves a slight whip.
[Lat., Ne scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello.]
My name is Giovanni Giorgio , but everybody calls me Giorgio.
The truth, the hope, of any time must be sought in the minorities. Michael Angelo was the conscience of Italy. We grow free with his name, and find it ornamental now, but in his own day his friends were few.
I love you, Sir Marco!
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
Deliberando saepe perit occasio [The opportunity often slips away while we deliberate on it].
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
Be happy, Caro, because that's what you deserve.
I love you, I have always loved you, and where I go after this world, I will always love you.
Sempre e per sempre.
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.
Everything unknown is magnified.
[Lat., Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.]
I cook a lot of Italian food. Bucatini Pomodoro is my best: it's a fat spaghetti with tomato, olive oil, and reminds me of getting married in Italy.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
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.
Pono always say slow-motion vulgar.
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
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.
That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself! But the wallet of the person in front is carefully kept in view.
[Lat., Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed praecedenti spectatur mantica tergo.]
the splendid manhood and womanhood of Italy
Asino tu nascesti, ad asino morrai. [An ass you were born; an ass you will die.]
In Deo Speramus, In God we hope.
the Roman satirical daily, Il Don Pirlone ('Mr Dickhead',
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
You smell like a wino dipped in other winos," Dorsky
StocktontoMalone
I do know what my first meal in the next world would be ... Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, heavy on everything.
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
[Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
Arma virumque cano ... "
*Literally: "I sing of arms and man".
I sing the praises of a man's stuggles
For titles do not reflect honor on men, but rather men on their titles.
[It., Perche non i titoli illustrano gli uomini, ma gli uomini i titoli.]
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 ...
hippo-comedietta
I love being Italian.
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.
I need only you, Milano, not your money.
boron - boro
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth ...
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Mi sei mancato molto, he said, his eyes swimming with tears suddenly.
I missed you too, I told him.
How do you always know what I'm saying?
I speak Dreo.
O honorable strumpet
Si vas a volverte loco, vuelve te solo
Daniello, you do not like the bread? Eat! ...per favore, have some pasticcio di gnocchi alla boscaiola!"
"As long as you don't ask me to repeat the name," Dan replied.
Luna Amato chuckled. "Charming boy."
"Handsome, too," Dan said.
Hobos' (a slang term that combines the words 'hope' and 'bowl of beans given to me for free by a woman who then initiated intercourse')
Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai."' '"Years, lovers and glasses of wine; these things must not be counted.
Everything sounds better in Italian.
yee naaldlooshii." "The
There is no evil in human affairs that has not some good mingled with it.
[It., Non e male alcuno nelle cose umane che non abbia congiunto seco qualche bene.]
Ready...set-y...spaghetti!
Illegitimis nil carborundum.
hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,
Hobey-Ho, let's go.
I'm not Italian, I am Neapolitan! It's another thing!
Naples was the great European metropolis where faith in technology, in science, in economic development, in the kindness of nature, in history that leads of necessity to improvement, in democracy, was revealed, most clearly and far in advance, to be completely without foundation.
Hokahey! Today is a good day to die.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento
Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
Italy is a country which is willing to submit itself to the worst governments. It is, as we know, a country ruled by disorder, cynicism, incompetence and confusion. Nevertheless we are aware of intelligence circulating in the streets like a vivid bloodstream.
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory.
[Lat., Horae
Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
If I had been an Italian I am sure that I should have been whole-heartedly with you from the start to finish in your triumphant struggle against the bestial appetites and passions of Leninism.
(Speech in Rome on 20 January, 1927, praising Mussolini)
You know, it's a funny thing. The only Romance language Felipe doesn't happen to speak is Italian. But I go ahead and say it to him anyway, just as we're about to jump.
I say: 'Attraversiamo.'
Let's cross over.
Are you worried? About moving to Russia?" She smiled. "No, mio caro figlio. I'm not worried either." She kissed him. "My lovely, living boy," she said, kissing him between each word. "My hope" - kiss - "my happiness" - kiss - "my love, my life, my joy." Kiss, kiss, kiss.
Veni, vidi, vici. (I came, I saw, I conquered.)
A natural-born photographer, with hypo in my blood.
Here I come, Constantinople
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
[Lat., O miseras hominum menteis! oh, pectora caeca!]
We're going to find your hobo. We're going to work hard - work nights. Liv, we're going to put our balls into it." She hugged her tightly.
"When did we get balls?" Livia loved her ridiculous sister.
"Just now.
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
There is no need to tell you that the 'Prince of Salina' is the Prince Lampedusa, my great-grandfather Giulio Fabrizio.
Nocta Hemata. The Night of Passion. The Night of Abandon.
Sing Ho for the Life of a Bear
Now drown care in wine.
[Lat., Nunc vino pellite curas.]
Illegitimi non carborundum --don't let the bastards grind you down
Ridendo dicere severum. (tr. Through what is laughable say what is somber.)
You better introduce yourself before you start talking Latin.
Un viaggiatore americano ha scritto: "Italy is the land of human nature".
In the last 20, 22 years I have sung here very often and I have always felt the affection and warmth of the Italians, and I feel very close to you.
Never go up against a Sicilian when death, is on the line.....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..........(thump)
You take every salesman that walks into this shop at his word - why not Gianluca?