Quotes About Venice

Piazza San Marco non sembra far parte di una città, piuttosto è il salone delle danze di un qualche palazzo, il ponte coperto di un grande vascello, l'albero maestro è quel robusto campanile largo alla base e stretto in cima, e la torre con l'orologio è il cassero di prua (...) con i due ammiragli in cima pronti a suonare il campanone.

Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.

Venecia, hasta cadavérica como está ahora, lanza una provocación insoportable al mundo de la modernidad. Son susurros lo que esta Venecia consigue lanzar, pero son insoportables para el mundo de la técnica, para esa técnica que invade Venecia por masas de turistas, pero también por la veleidad de los arquitectos indignos de tal nombre." aka Rem Koolhaas.

This first period includes the Rise of Venice, her noblest achievements, and the circumstances which determined her cha* Hist- def Rep. Ital., vol. i. ch. v. f Appendix 3.: Serra r Del t Ha Maputo trove mo do Che non uni, non pooch, non molt i, ma molt i bubonic, pooch migliori, e insiememente, ultimo solo.— Ah, well done, Venice! Wisdom

I suppose my liking for Italy is partly atavism, my family are of the old Roman stock. They came from the Alps north of Venice.

It must be admitted that the results of this method of interpreting the art of making presents were not always happy. The idea which I formed of Venice, from a drawing by Titian which is supposed to have the lagoon in the background, was certainly far less accurate than what I have since derived from ordinary photographs.

How far my desire for Venice had now abated! Just as the desire to meet Mme de Guermantes in Combray in days gone by had abated, at those moments when I held but one thing dear, to have Mama in my bedroom. And it was in fact all the worries that I had felt since I was a child that had been solicited by this new source of anxiety and had rushed to reinforce it, amalgamating themselves with it into one homogeneous mass which suffocated me.

Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.

Italy has been a single, united country only since 1870. For many centuries before this, it was a collection of independent "city states." Each city state was based on a main city, such as Venice, Florence, or Milan, and had its own customs and language. Even today, many people think of themselves first and foremost as Venetians (from Venice), or Florentines, or Sicilians, and only then as Italians.

Elsewhere in Italy is the lovely city of Venice, which each year attracts millions of visitors despite the fact that it is basically an enormous open sewer.

...Venice has been the living future of contemporary American history since its inception.

Some say it rings by its own will, that if one arrives in Venice to its great, noble clanging, it is proof of one's Venetian soul, proof the old bell remembers one from some other time.

The old man's eyes are unpolished sapphires, and, in the haze of a thousand years of incense burned, he tells me tales of Canaletto, of Guardi and Titian and Tiepolo. He speaks of them as though they are his confidants, the fellows with whom he sups on Thursday nights. He says life is a search for beauty and that art dissolves loneliness. His and mine, I think. I am not alone. I am a wanderer in a blue felt cloche, come to Venice to stitch together her fantasies.

la cabeza— que esos misteriosos emisarios fueron los tres Polo: el padre de Marco, Niccolò, su tío Maffeo y el propio Marco. Los tres venecianos que hicieron el viaje más famoso de la historia. —Absolutamente correcto —sentenció decididamente la anciana y hermosa Becky—. Los emisarios venecianos del Papa latino eran los Polo y, desde luego, entre otras razones, fueron a China en busca de

She was Venice personified, with her immortal agelessness and her beautiful, mysterious eyes that promised deliverance and salvation, her mouth that had spoken a hundred promises. All of them lies.

The sunsets here in Venice are more intensely colored than they have ever been. Do you know why?" "Why?" His voice was very quiet. "Because of the smoke from the mirror and glass factories. There were only craftsmen before, not such manufacture. There was never such smoke. It's strange, don't you think, that something that so befouls the air can be so beautiful?" "Beauty from ugliness," he mused wistfully. "No. I don't think it strange at all.

I like seeing Venice through your eyes.' A tiny bud of hope sprouted in her heart ... 'I'll have this wrapped for you.' 'Thanks.' The tiny bud within her grew a single whisper-thin leaf of vivid green

Venise à la qualité de disparaître en un instant,de ne pas courir derrière le train avec des clins d'œil à gauche et à droite comme le font d'autres villes, mais de sombrer aussitôt, comme si elle n'existait pas, comme si elle n'avait jamais existé.

Venise n'est plus qu'une carte postale en couleurs." 1912

He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.