Quotes About Gypsy

play, you big wild gypsy girl, until beauty and wildness and longing are one.

My father's family can be traced back to 1400. I've been told by gypsies that there is unmistakeably gypsy blood in me. Lee is a gypsy name, you know.

Quasimodo then lifted his eye to look upon the gypsy girl, whose body, suspended from the gibbet, he beheld quivering afar, under its white robes, in the last struggles of death; then again he dropped it upon the archdeacon, stretched a shapeless mass at the foot of the tower, and he said with a sob that heaved his deep breast to the bottom, 'Oh-all that I've ever loved!' The Hunchback of Notre Dame

La dicha que habría podido encontrar en la tierra si ella no hubiera sido gitana ni él sacerdote; si Febo no hubiera existido y si ella lo hubiera amado.

Tutta Parigi era ai suoi piedi, coi mille pennacoli dei suoi edifici e l'orizzonte circolare delle sue molli colline, col fiume serpeggiante sotto i suoi ponti e il popolo, formicolante per le sue strade, con la nube dei suoi vapori, la catdna montuosa dei suoi tetti che rinserra Notre Dame tra le sue gambe accavallate. Ma di tutta quella città l'arcidiacono non guardava chs un punto: la piazza del Sagrato; di tutta quella folla, una figura: la zingara.

Further and further afield he travelled. Taking ship, he sailed to a hot and passionate country where gypsy women dressed in scarlet, and their dark skin sweated as they danced tarantellas under a tambourine moon.

I enjoy some nights in the studio. I'm not the greatest person in an enclosed space; I'm a live player by birth - like a gypsy folk player, I just sit in the corner and play.

Bad Luck Card Cause you don't love me Is awful, awful hard. Gypsy done showed me Ma bad luck card. There ain't no good left In this world for me. Gypsy done tole me, -- Unlucky as can be. I don't know what Po' weary me can do. Gypsy says I'd kill ma self If I was you.

Say what you will about Gypsy women, but they are remarkable assessors of blues guitar talent.

You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn't come from a sad soul.

The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength.

She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

Europe in the fifteenth century and become such a nuisance in Milan that they were banished by a decree in 1493. In his notebooks, Leonardo mentioned a portrayal of a gypsy in a list of his drawings, and he also recorded spending 6 soldi for a fortune-teller. All of this is speculative, and that is one of the many things that make Leonardo's works, including those with a bit of mystery, so wonderful: his fantasia is infectious.

Actually now I'm remembering that the goodbye chow isn't spelled that way. It's ciao or something weird like that. It's Italian, right? But I'm not an Italian gypsy, I'm a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

I wanted to have a home where I could go home and unlock my door and go in and be settled. I was tired of being a gypsy.

There were no TV musicals until we did Bette Midler 'Gypsy,' and the success of that opened the door for us to do the rest.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear

Only a female could be as calculating and have the foresight that destiny requires,' the gypsy explained. 'Now fate is a man,' he went on, 'no planning, just go with the flow and see what tomorrow brings.

Art is an outsider, a gypsy over the face of the earth.

Camille, a few feet away, looked like a gypsy who had mislaid his violin and had been searching for it in a hedgerow; he frustrated daily the best efforts of an expensive tailor, wearing his clothes as a subtle comment on the collapsing social order.

Ghost?" St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. "Christ. You're not serious, are you?" "I'm a Gypsy," Cam replied matter-of-factly. "Of course I believe in ghosts." "Only half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational." "The other half is Irish," Cam said a touch apologetically. "Christ," St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.

I was pretty much a hippie. I was a vegetarian, gypsy-like. I liked to meditate, and it's curious because I was very much attracted to the possibility of change.

And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will fold into the mystic