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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.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Gervasio Lonquimay
In hoc signo vinces
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.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Bellport. A podium.
Carquinez Strait
The convergence of the Rhone and Saone. Paul Bocuse. The birthplace of cinema. Chateauneuf-du-Pape just a few miles down the road. It does not get much better than Lyon.
At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.
...the city of Naples was like this: wonderful from a distance, but when seen close up, it was fragmentary, indefinable, and coarse...
turnpike itself. Garraty
Concetta and Domenico Costa, Mariana Pontillo, the Arena family. We live.
Capri on the Amalfi Coast in Italy is my ultimate holiday destination.
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
I have lived most of my life in Paris, but I have a connection with Rome that I have with no other place. I'm attached by invisible strings.
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.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Agreeing to differ.
[Lat., Discors concordia.]
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
Italian cities have long been held up as ideals, not least by New Yorkers and Londoners enthralled by the ways their architecture gives beauty and meaning to everyday acts.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Quick, name some towns in New Jersey
In Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture
I am first of all from La Castellane and Marseille.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Correggio, Caravaggio, Titian, Tintoretto. In them she saw distance and cruelty. Bodies pierced, flayed, crucified. A parade of morbid flesh.
Atalanta in Calydon
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
Do not pursue with the terrible scourge him who deserves a slight whip.
[Lat., Ne scutica dignum horribili sectere flagello.]
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
StocktontoMalone
Names are very important for humans, aren't they? How do I translate for you the name of this town as it seems to me, the true name that tells of its history and people and lands and weather and ... everything?
The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
The countryside they
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
This is the entrance
To the city of you...
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza ...
WindClan territory
Venice the peaceful demands Venice the just.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
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.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Goldsboro, North Carolina.
Old France, weighed down with history, prostrated by wars and revolutions, endlessly vacillating from greatness to decline, but revived, century after century, by the genius of renewal!
Even in a city as small as Ferrara, you can manage, if you like, to disappear for years and years, one from another, living side by side like the dead
Retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
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.
Ave Atque Vale
Hail and farewell
'No one lives in Ameeron by choice.'A veritable City of the Damned.'As the poet might remark, aye.' Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. 'But I sometimes think all cities are that.'
Something quite special has played out in the picturesque valleys and mountains, towns and villages of France over the past three weeks. For all who appreciate sport, it was a privilege and an inspiration to watch.
The macarons are coming!" Souse shouted, like an epicurean Paul Revere.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.
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.
In Paris there are wide cityscapes like nowhere else. Habit has made us indifferent to them. But those who wander around the city - keenly sniffing the air, looking to be moved, to be amazed - are very familiar with these places.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
It is a naked city. Faith is not pampered, nor hope encouraged; there is no place to lay one's exhaustion: but instead pinnacles skewer it undisguised against vacancy.
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
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
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
I am Providence, and Providence is myself together, indissolubly as one, we stand thro' the ages; a fixt monument set aeternally in the shadow of Durfee's ice-clad peak!
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
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
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.]
Venice, Italy, is one of my favorite cities, a place I've been lucky enough to visit twice.
[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.
Left behind as a memory for us.
[Lat., Nobis meminisse relictum.]
Please go to this pizzeria. Order the margherita pizza with double mozzarella. If you do not eat this pizza when you are in Naples, please lie to me and tell me that you did.
I am a product of my native land, Tuscany, Italy.
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Basle, Zurich, Baden, Paris - the flickering of steel rails over the arterial systems of Europe's body: steel ganglia meeting and dividing away across mountains and valleys.
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
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
[On Venice:] A wondrous city of fairest carving, reflected in gleaming waters swirled to new patterning by every passing gondola.
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me.
Nowhere is one more alone than in Paris ... and yet surrounded by crowds. Nowhere is one more likely to incur greater ridicule. And no visit is more essential.
One is too taken up with all that one sees and hears in Paris, however strong one is, and what I do here [in Etretat] will at least have the merit of being unlike anyone else, at least I believe so, because it will simply be the expression of what I, and only I, have felt.
Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.
Massoud is dead, but not the hope ! (Massoud est mort, - Mais pas l'espoir !)
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.
Of evils one should choose the least.
[Lat., Ex malis eligere minima oportere.]
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?
New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.
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.
This here is: JESUS LAND
The silverware shines if the sun. (L'argenterie brille - Si le soleil.
Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown.
The Musicians of Bremen
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
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type.
here in Haven Point.
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
if you can speak of a center in a city whose tongues of land stretch through hills and lick the sea. Seen