#milan

My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord - he wants Milan, and so do I. ↗

— Charles V

#cousin #francis #i #milan #perfect

Dreaming is not only an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind’s deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#milan-kundera #beauty

They say that the best furniture and clothing design from the '50s and '60s is Scandinavian or Milanese. ↗

— Christian Lacroix

#clothing #design #furniture #milanese #say

But the Milanese have made bad choices, bad fashion, and bad jewelry. ↗

— Christian Lacroix

#bad choices #choices #fashion #jewelry #made

In Italy, the Milanese are well organized but follow bourgeois taste. They adhere to certain codes of elegance, but not to individualism. ↗

— Christian Lacroix

#bourgeois #certain #codes #elegance #follow

I was the first Indian model to have a career in Paris, Milan and New York. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#first #i #indian #milan #model

There was reference made to a book written in Greek by a former Rabbi who had been converted to Christianity. There was reference to a publication of a high clergyman of Milan. Not even did Jews raise objections to that book. ↗

— Julius Streicher

#book #christianity #clergyman #converted #did

Necessity knows no magic formulae-they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#milan-kundera #love

She had always thought that she wanted someone to love her beyond all reason. Someone who would slay a regiment of knights to save her the slightest inconvenience. She'd been wrong. That sort of fool left nothing but a swath of bloody knights in his wake. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#miranda #smite #turner-series #love

Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was— “An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation. “We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#jenny #ned #orange #proof-by-seduction #men