Quotes About Italian

And Matt's passion fueled Breanne's emotional recovery. Giddily soaking up her groom's repeated, ardent kisses, the usually restrained, ultra-cool sophisticate was feeling no pain, laughing and animated and uncaring that her exquisite Italian silk creation had been stained like a macchiato. ...she wore the espresso like a badge of honor-- even insisted more photos be taken with the damaged tray and the spattered gown.

He walked to Brooks's, intending to drink a glass of port, eat a joint of beef, and read the Times. But even at his club, surrounded by all the trappings of the honorable British gentleman, he still longed for the forbidden fruit; he still hungered for the hot, sweet kisses of an Italian girl.

You know how to twirl a good pizza, honey.

[On the principles of Italian neorealism:] I believe in imagination, but I have more faith in reality, in people. I am not interested in prearranged encounters, in the drama of things that happen to come together.

Whispers was one of these short Italian guys in his early thirties that you'd see all around South Philly, just trying to get by with one hustle or another. This is not the same Whispers they blew up when they bombed his car around the same time. This is the other Whispers. I didn't know the one they blew up; I just heard about it. I

and Russell told me that he comes down to Philly a lot to pick up prosciutto bread. That's bread made with prosciutto and mozzarella baked in it. You

Many a time Russ reached up and pinched my cheek and said, "You should've been Italian." He's the one named me "The Irishman." Before that they used to call me "Cheech," which is short for Frank in Italian — Francesco. After

After this, I took private lessons in Italian from an elementary school teacher. He gave me themes to write about, and some of them turned out so well that he told me to publish them in a newspaper.

How come we got the grumpy boat of bandy-legged Puritans? How come we didn't get the Italian party boat with the cappuccino makers and the gelato machine? That was the sexy boat, man.

Banditi e malaria hanno fatto il paesaggio italiano (borghi e città in luoghi elevati, difendibili e salubri); altri banditi e altra malaria si dirà lo disfecero.

After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl. Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh.

In any city or town, you can find a good, rocking Italian place. The most unhealthy thing on the menu? I'll have two of those!

I was a mod when I was a kid. I'd be in Italian pencil-leg trousers with those bowling shoes you wear outside and a Fred Perry polo shirt with a V-neck sweater. It was like an Essex uniform - a very specific look.

Italian men do appreciate beautiful women. They're not afraid of the beauty, which is nice.

Tampa's Latin quarter, Ybor City. Ybor had been the Cuban-Italian core when Tampa was "Cigar City USA.

Italians have no sense of the dramatic.

I'm Jewish and Italian, and I lucked out and got the nose of both cultures.

True marshmallow - and I'm not talking about those ones from a bag - is nothing more than an Italian meringue set with gelatin.

I haven't noticed too much of a difference between Italian guys and American guys, but we're sports-entertainers so maybe they know to stand back a little!

The laws imposed by Brussels damage Italian artisans, traders, pensioners, but hey, Europe is asking, so we have to obey. Come on, if Europe asks me to throw myself in a well, I'm not going to do that just because Europe is asking me to, am I?

I grew up in a food-obsessed Italian family, so food was always front and center in my life. I was a food obsessed person who morphed into a comedian and tried to figure out a way to make fun of my cake and eat it too.

When I tell people I'm an Italian Jew, they're very amused by it. But obviously by blood I'm Jewish, because my mother is.

Do you know what he told me after lying under a cliff for thirty six hours with two inches of his femur sticking out? He said: 'Queenie, I think I'm going to pass out and before I do, I'm going to give you a piece of advice' - God, I thought he was going to die and knew and was telling me what to do with his book - and he said quite solemnly: 'Queenie, always stick to Bach and the early Italians' - and passed out cold as a mackerel. And by God, it's not bad advice.

Jim Rosato was recently married, to a Greek nurse. Rosato was half Irish and half Italian, and there was a pool on at the 1st as to which of the two would arrive at work wearing the other's skin as a hat within the year.