Quotes About Prague

It follows, perhaps, that we are now both married, you in Vienna, I to my fear in Prague, and that not only you, but I too, tug in vain at our marriage.

Perhaps the logical conclusion is that we're both married, you in Vienna, I to my fear in Prague.

In 1913, the noted German actor and director Paul Wegener was making a film in Prague when he heard the legend of Rabbi Loew, who created a golem to protect the inhabitants of the Prague ghetto from persecution.

The period 1924 to 1929 was spent studying chemistry at the Czech Institute of Technology in Prague, Czechoslovakia. The supervisor of my thesis was Professor Emil Votocek, one of the prominent founders of chemical research in Czechoslovakia.

Everyone thinks my story should be marked by heroism, but there was no risk to myself. You see, no-one in Prague at that time thought they were going to be at war with England.

Praga: capital de la magia y el saber oculto europeos, como cuatro siglos antes lo había sido Toledo...

En esa Praga, señor Corso, en gabinetes oscuros, hay hombres que conocen la carmina, el arte de las palabras mágicas; la necromancia, o arte de comunicarse con los muertos —hizo una pausa, conteniendo la respiración, antes de susurrar— y la goecia... —... El arte de comunicarse con el diablo.

era el símbolo, la imagen misma de la propia Praga, llamativa, siniestra y deforme.

My worst memory is of my first dance lesson as a 14-year old in Prague. My mother put me in this silver and pink lame dress. My hair was all curled, and it was the first time I wore a garter belt. I felt so out of place!

I've never been paid by or colluded with any Russian to hack the D.N.C., to create search-engine optimization tools to cause Trump's positives up and Hillary's negatives up. I've never been to Prague.

If any town in Europe would have vampires, he knew it would be Prague.

Predictably, Lenin's socialist opponents—Bundists, Latvian Social Democrats, Mensheviks—denounced the Prague conference for the illegitimate maneuver that it was. Equally predictably, however, their own efforts to answer with their own Party Congress in August 1912 disintegrated into irreconcilable factionalism.

In fondo alla Moldava vanno le pietre, / sepolti a Praga riposano tre re. / A questo mondo niente rimane uguale, / la notte più lunga eterna non è/

Prague is the Paris of the '90s.

I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.

Anyway, on I walked, thinking about what the boilerman with the university education had told me, that Eastern Europe doesn't start outside the gates of Prague, it starts at the last Empire-style railroad station somewhere in Galicia, at the outer limits of the Greek tympanum

They] turn their faces upward, and from the abyss of the Prague streets gaze at the strip of sky overhead, at the clouds, to see what time it really was, according to nature and not by the clock.

The Calvinist nobles convey their objections by throwing two imperial representatives out the window of Prague Castle in the famous "defenestration of Prague.

Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of rough-hewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.

I had travelled to a lot of cities in Europe before, but Prague was special. It held a mysterious attraction for me for during the time I was there.

In Wenceslaus Square, in Prague, a guy is throwing up. Another guy comes up to him, pulls a long face, shakes his head, and says: I know just what you mean.

She felt happy in Paris, happier than here, but only Prague held her by a secret bond of beauty.

She pictures his jovial figure, dressed up in his T-short, shouting that Kafka was born in Prague, and she feels a desire rising through her body, the irrepressible desire to take a lover. Not to patch up her life as it is. But to turn it completely upside down. Finally take possession of her own fate.

Il meccanico si chinò di nuovo sul motore e disse: « A Praga, in piazza San Venceslao, c'è uno che sta vomitando. Un tale gli passa accanto, lo guarda tristemente e scuote la testa: Se sapesse come la capisco... »