#italy

No matter where I've been overseas, the food stinks, except in Italy. ↗

— Carmen Electra

#been #except #food #i #italy

I got hooked on espresso when I visited Italy at 18, but these days I prefer a 'flat white.' It's like a small latte with less milk - they're popular in Australia. ↗

— Hugh Jackman

#days #flat #got #hooked #i

Yes. I do about 70 shows a year, in the past year I've been to Italy, Australia, Japan, China, just about everywhere. I do it because I love singing. The money is a bonus. ↗

— Katherine Jenkins

#australia #because #been #bonus #china

It's typical of Italian culture that we only start to feel emotional about something when we have the possibility to see it in front of us. By February, Italy will have Olympic fever. ↗

— Alberto Tomba

#culture #emotional #february #feel #fever

I've studied, I've traveled the world, but the most important things I've learned in Italy making the round of workshops with my grandfather Dante. When it comes to leather, he was a real artist - he could sniff out the best immediately. ↗

— Nicola Trussardi

#best #comes #could #dante #grandfather

It was pretty awful for us children because we never really knew the local children. Mother was keen for us to learn languages, so our travels took us to France and Italy, as well as the West Country. ↗

— Mary Wesley

#because #children #country #france #italy

Modeling, for me, was not fulfilling. I didn't see the point - although I was able to travel a great deal. I lived in Italy, Germany, and Spain, but I wasn't devoted to it. ↗

— Tom Welling

#although #deal #devoted #fulfilling #germany

魅力的な都市をたくさんもつ南イタリアも、その歴史を振り返るならば、外国勢力による支配と搾取の繰り返しだった。大土地所有が続き、支配階級に富が集まる一方、民衆の暮らしは貧しく、個々の住居の内部は手狭で、質素なものだった。 近代を迎え、１８６０年頃、リソルジメント（国家統一運動）によってイタリアは一つの国に統一されたが、政治的主導権は常に中北部のイタリアが握り、南北の経済的、文化的格差はさらに広がった。中世以来、都市国家として独立と自治の伝統を築き上げ、１８世紀以後はフランスやオーストリアの支配下で近代化を進め、市民社会の秩序を早くから確立できた北部に比べ、長らくスペイン支配下で封建的領主制度が続いた南イタリアは、後進性を背負い込むことになった。イタリアの悩みの種、いわゆる「南北問題」がこうして生まれた。[5〜6ページ] ↗

— 陣内 秀信

#history #italy #architecture

Eccolo!” he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end. “Courage!” cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. “Courage and love.” She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth. Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone. George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her… ↗

— E.M. Forster

#first-kiss #flowers #italy #kiss #romance

Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encrustation if humanity. Rome was the pulsing heart of the world. ↗

— Marion Zimmer Bradley

#history #italy #language #rome #visceral-imagery