Quotes About Italian

It was possible we looked out of sorts. And of course we were aware by now that Italians don't drive bright orange cars (or bright yellow or green cars for that matter) and that the owners of such cars are looked upon with a certain amount of condescension and immediately understood to be Germans, an epithet more or less synonymous with bad taste.

For my own part, I can't help thinking that while the trend away from formal discipline is clearly general across the Western world, no people is perhaps as perplexed as the Italians with the whole problem of how to make a child do what it does not want to do. Perhaps because Italian parents so rarely find any good reason for not doing what they want to do.

In every aspect of Italian life, one of the key characteristics to get to grips with is that this is a nation at ease with the distance between ideal and real. They are beyond what we call hypocrisy. Quite simply they do not register the contradiction between rhetoric and behavior. It's an enviable mind-set.

The FBI had been a man's world—usually men of Irish or Italian heritage schooled by Jesuits and raised in a closed culture of police and priests.

The Silver Spoon, the best-selling Italian cookbook of the last 50 years.

I wanted to go to Rome. I got an offer to do an Italian film and I went.

I was offered to play an Italian part in an Italian film. Although I could not take it up because I did not have the time, the kind of characters being offered to us are changing.

I have a Pasquini, the old-fashioned Italian coffee machine. I have to make my coffee because I know exactly how much I want and how strong I like it.

I'm half Italian, and on my mom's side, they've aged amazingly, and all they've put on their faces is olive oil.

I'm not glamorous, I don't have a look, I don't know anything about opera, I have no Italian, and I'm too old.

I am getting rather astonishing in my Italian conversation. I believe I talk a mixture of Dante and the worst modern slang.

I'm half Italian." "Which half?" the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men. His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. "From the waist down.

I'm half italian Which half asked Tessa From the waist down

An Italian woman came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron. 'Mr Greenleaf?' Tom asked hopefully. The woman gave him a long, smiling answer in Italian and pointed downward toward the sea. 'Jew,' she seemed to keep saying. 'Jew.

Cardinal Baggia, the killer hissed. Have you prayed yet? The Italian's eyes were fearless. Only for your soul.

In the fourteenth century, Italian literature was, by requirement, divided into two categories: tragedy, representing high literature, was written in formal Italian; comedy, representing low literature, was written in the vernacular and geared toward the general population.

Ma, signore, è una donna

As Langdon entered the kitchen, he felt much steadier on his feet. He was wearing the neighbor's Brioni suit, which fit remarkably well. Even the loafers were comfortable, and Langdon made a mental note to switch to Italian footwear when he got home.

To this day, the number forty—quaranta in Italian—served as a grim reminder of the origins of the word quarantine.

suit an appreciative nod. "Very fashionable. You look almost Italian." VIEW OF THE SECOND-STORY BALCONY, THE HALL OF THE FIVE HUNDRED, PALAZZO VECCHIO Langdon's mouth went bone dry, but

When Carlo turned sixteen, he was obliged by Italian law to serve two years of reserve military training. The bishop told Carlo that if he entered seminary he would be exempt from this duty. Carlo told the priest that he planned to enter seminary but that first he needed to understand evil.

It was hard not to feel resentment that men weren't forced into these choices. Some days she felt that she would spend all her time trying to forget her life before children because she loved them too much to be reminded of the heat of Rome in the summer and a beautiful girl who turned heads as she walked down an Italian strada .

People who would soon be seen in New York reading French books were seen here reading Italian.

The switch on Damien's Italian floor lamp feels alien: a different click, designed to hold back a different voltage