Quotes from Frances Mayes

I simply fell in love [with Rome] - like you fall in love with a person

I simply fell in love [with Italy] - like you fall in love with a person

To bury the grape tendril in such a way that it shoots out new growth I recognize easily as a metaphor for the way life must change from time to time if we are to go forward in our thinking.

I will translate myself into a new language.

Where this story stops, they look into a mirror reflecting a mirror where the story begins and reflects a mirror where the story continues.

Daddy Jack and Fanny don't care what I do as long as I stay out of the kitchen. She looms over the stove, madly coating everything she cooks with cayenne pepper and several shakes of Tabasco.

In my notboredom but lack of available activity, I eavesdrop from their closet, hunching down among the Capezios and crinolines piled on the floor.

Ik hou van de spannende periode van afwachten, van de geestelijke en fysieke sensatie van bochten als iets geheimzinnigs naar de oppervlakte van het bewustzijn zigzagt.

At the outdoor tables, the women turn their faces to the midmorning sunlight. They forget about exposure and skin cancer and just bask in the warmth, consulting their lists and staring at windows, a balcony still dripping with pink geraniums, shiny paving stones, and people going about their daily lives. They feel they are walk-ons in a play and, of course, they are, the

In writing a life you search for the white pebbles you didn't know you dropped to define your way. When they disappear, you instinctively follow the glimmer of swamp fire to the deep woods where time and event collapse, to the original source where love flourishes still.

ongoing drama of life in a small town.

Riva del Sole Resort and Spa.

Wat een merkwaardige kronkel om het echte te bedekken met een nabootsing van iets echts

Natale con i tuoi, Pasqua con chi vuoi—Christmas with your own, Easter with whomever you wish.

But, slow learner, I'm beginning to trust that the gods are not going to snatch my firstborn if I happen to enjoy my life.

The first thing to know about living in an old house: The walls are alive.

Never lose your childish innocence. It's the most important thing.

Mainly, I remember recognizing his idea that the house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace.

Immortality, she'd always thought, is how you live on in the memories of those left.

From excerpts I'd read in Philosophy 101 at Randolph-Macon, Marx was dead on, I thought, about the idiocy of rural life. I knew better than to quote Marx. I tuned out everyone on the home front.

But, really, such an uprooting is instinctual. Time to rebel. Internal gears began to grind, propelling you forward—then you invent the reasons. My

It is not 2006 all over the world. So who are you in a place where 1950 or 1920 is about to arrive?

I never saw the necessity to attend all those classes, so many days a week, or purchase unreadable texts when so much fiction and poetry waited in the bookstore.

As much as you own an old house and garden, it owns you. There's a continuum in progress.