Venice Quotes

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Italo Calvino
“Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.”
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

Italo Calvino
“There is still one of which you never speak.'

Marco Polo bowed his head.

'Venice,' the Khan said.

Marco smiled. 'What else do you believe I have been talking to you about?'

The emperor did not turn a hair. 'And yet I have never heard you mention that name.'

And Polo said: 'Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.”
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“We didn't stow away!" Dan protested. "You sunk our boat and pulled us out of the canal!"
"Good point," Ian agreed. "Return them to the canal. Roughly, please.”
Gordon Korman, One False Note

“Nellie grinned. "I always wanted to go to Venice. It's supposed to be the romance capital of the world."
"Sweet," put in Dan. "Too bad your date is an Egyptian Mau on a hunger strike."
The au pair sighed. "Better than an eleven-year-old with a big mouth.”
Gordon Korman, One False Note

Truman Capote
“Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.”
Truman Capote

Tiziano Scarpa
“Getting lost is the only place worth going to.”
Tiziano Scarpa

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Donna Leon
“And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction.”
Donna Leon, Death in a Strange Country

Marie Ohanesian Nardin
“She leaned against the bridge’s warm marble balustrade, and looked as far down the darkening canal as the setting sun would allow. She wondered if others appreciated Venice’s beauty and fragility as deeply as she had come to or if, like a raging fever, the city infected some while avoiding others. She sighed at the grandeur and at the resilience that surrounded her, and she promised herself she’d try to be more like Venice.”
Marie Ohanesian Nardin, Beneath the Lion's Wings

Joseph Brodsky
“In winter you wake up in this city, especially on Sundays, to the chiming of its innumerable bells, as though behind your gauze curtains a gigantic china teaset were vibrating on a silver tray in the pearl-gray sky. You fling the window open and the room is instantly flooded with this outer, peal-laden haze, which is part damp oxygen, part coffee and prayers. No matter what sort of pills, and how many, you've got to swallow this morning, you feel it's not over for you yet. No matter, by the same token, how autonomous you are, how much you've been betrayed, how thorough and dispiriting in your self-knowledge, you assume there is still hope for you, or at least a future. (Hope, said Francis Bacon, is a good breakfast but bad supper.) This optimism derives from the haze, from the prayer part of it, especially if it's time for breakfast. On days like this, the city indeed acquires a porcelain aspect, what with all its zinc-covered cupolas resembling teapots or upturned cups, and the tilted profile of campaniles clinking like abandoned spoons and melting in the sky. Not to mention the seagulls and pigeons, now sharpening into focus, now melting into air. I should say that, good though this place is for honeymoons, I've often thought it should be tried for divorces also - both in progress and already accomplished. There is no better backdrop for rapture to fade into; whether right or wrong, no egoist can star for long in this porcelain setting by crystal water, for it steals the show. I am aware, of course, of the disastrous consequence the above suggestion may have for hotel rates here, even in winter. Still, people love their melodrama more than architecture, and I don't feel threatened. It is surprising that beauty is valued less than psychology, but so long as such is the case, I'll be able to afford this city - which means till the end of my days, and which ushers in the generous notion of the future.”
Joseph Brodsky

Robert Benchley
“Streets flooded. Please advise.”
Robert Benchley

Daphne du Maurier
“The experts are right, he thought. Venice is sinking. The whole city is slowly dying. One day the tourists will travel here by boat to peer down into the waters, and they will see pillars and columns and marble far, far beneath them, slime and mud uncovering for brief moments a lost underworld of stone. Their heels made a ringing sound on the pavement and the rain splashed from the gutterings above. A fine ending to an evening that had started with brave hope, with innocence. ("Don't Look Now")”
Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories

Pamela Allegretto
“She dreamed of Venice. However, it wasn’t a city alive with stars dripping like liquid gold into canals, or Bougainvillea spilling from flowerpots like overfilled glasses of wine. In this dream, Venice was without color. Where pastel palazzi once lined emerald lagoons, now, gray, shadowy mounds of rubble paralleled murky canals. Lovers could no longer share a kiss under the Bridge of Sighs; it had been the target of an obsessive Allied bomb in search of German troops. The only sign of life was in Piazza San Marco, where the infamous pigeons continued to feed. However, these pigeons fed not on seeds handed out by children, but on corpses rotting under the elongated shadow of the Campanile.”
Pamela Allegretto, Bridge of Sighs and Dreams

Henry Adams
“General Grant seriously remarked to a particularly bright young woman that Venice would be a fine city if it were drained.”
Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams

E. Temple Thurston
“You've got to see Venice," he began. "You've got to see a city of slender towers and white domes, sleeping in the water like a mass of water lilies. You've got to see dark waterways, mysterious threads of shadow, binding all these flowers of stone together.”
E. Temple Thurston, The City of Beautiful Nonsense

Glenn Haybittle
“Venice can wash through you all the memories you have never made.”
glenn haybittle, The Way Back to Florence
tags: venice

Marius Brill
“Mestre. Say the word without hissing the conurbated villain, and pitying its citizens. As quickly as they can, two million tourists pass through, or by, Mestre each year, and each one will be struck by the same thought as they wonder at the aesthetic opposition that it represents. Mestre is an ugly town but ugly only in the same way that Michael Jackson might be desccribed as eccentric or a Tabasco Vindaloo flambéed in rocket fuel might be described as warm. Mestre is almost excremental in its hideousness: a fetid, fly-blown, festering, industrial urbanization, scarred with varicose motorways, flyovers, rusting railway sidings and the rubbish of a billion holidaymakers gradually burning, spewing thick black clouds into the Mediterranean sky. A town with apparently no centre, a utilitarian ever-expandable wasteland adapted to house the displaced poor, the shorebound, outpriced, domicile-deprived exiles from its neighbouring city. For, just beyond the condom- and polystyrene-washed, black-stained, mud shores of Marghera, Mestre's very own oil refinery, less than a mile away across the waters of the lagoon in full sight of its own dispossessed citizens, is the Jewel of Adriatic. Close enough for all to feel the magnetism, there stands the most beautiful icon of Renaissance glory and, like so much that can attract tourism, a place too lovely to be left in the hands of its natives, the Serenissima itself, Venice.”
Marius Brill, Making Love: A Conspiracy of the Heart

Friedrich Nietzsche
“When I seek another word for ‘music’, I never find any other word than ‘Venice’.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

“I had to slow down. If I was going to listen to Venice properly I needed to hear the cadence of the place. I needed to stand still. <...> I thought of Whitman observing the parade of humanity with lewd concentration. Walt had a good ear. He loved opera and knew how to sit perfectly still.”
Stephen Kuusisto, Eavesdropping

Luther Blissett
“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.”
Luther Blissett, Q

Melika Dannese Hick
“Because, my dear Eric, I have tasted the secret knowledge. I know how much to say and when to pull back. I know what to see and not see. And now that I have become whole again, I can never go back. All these things he has given me. Better than my supposed mother and father ever could. For that, I owe him my life and allegiance.”
Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

Steven Magee
“The energy companies are burning and Venice is drowning.”
Steven Magee

“The swans have returned and so have the dolphins to the Canals of Venice. Nature creates the most beautiful art!”
Avijeet Das

“Alla stregua degli olandesi, i veneziani sono stati costretti a strappare la terra al mare, un pezzetto alla volta, per poter restare sulla terraferma, o semplicemente all'asciutto.”
Predrag Matvejević, The Other Venice: Secrets of the City

“Sono del tutto diversi tra loro i tramonti e le albe sui versanti orientale e occidentale, là dove comincia Castello o dove finisce S. Croce, nei pressi del Magazzini del Sale o dell'Arsenale. Forse sarebbe opportuno spostarsi da una parte all'altra di quello che fu detto il Golfo di Venetia, attraversare l'Adriatico intero da un capo all'altro per rendersi conto delle differenze. Da quella sponda il sole al tramonto si adagia sulla superficie del mare e vi affonda, da quest'altra, alla fine del giorno, si corica dietro le alture della terraferma e sparisce. Sul litorale orientale le popolazioni hanno coniato la parola suton derivata da «sun(ce)» e «ton(e)» ― nel significato di sole (che) affonda. Su quello occidentale, appenninico, il tramonto viene da «tra (i) monti» ― il sole che si precipita in mezzo alle montagne o le rive stesse. Sull'una e sull'altra sponda le lingue si sono adeguate al sole.”
Predrag Matvejević, The Other Venice: Secrets of the City

“C'è migliore prova di cosmopolitismo nell'intero Mediterraneo?
Quelli che arrivano a Venezia dai vari centri dell'Europa vi incontrano l'Oriente. Per le popolazioni dei Balcani e del Vicino Oriente, invece, Venezia è al tempo stesso Europa e Occidente! Gli uni vedono in essa le origini di Bisanzio, gli altri la fine. Venetiae quasi alterum Bysantium ― sono le parole del celebre cardinale Bessarione, che a suo tempo arricchì la Biblioteca di San Marco con i tesori librari della bizantina Costantinopoli. Nella sua saggezza, Venezia non volle sul proprio territorio lo scontro fra bizantinità e romanità che invece ha dilaniato alcune regioni dei Balcani. Qui sta una delle caratteristiche di questa città. Il «divano orientale-occidentale» non è in nessun luogo così largo e soffice come in questo spazio esiguo e scomodo.”
Predrag Matvejević, The Other Venice: Secrets of the City

Cornelia Funke
“The Hartliebs had no time for the snow. Outside their window, San Giorgio Maggiore seemed to be floating on the lagoon as if it had just surfaced there. The view was so beautiful that Victor felt his heart ache. Esther and her husband, however, stood side by side with their backs to the window.”
Cornelia Funke, The Thief Lord

Luther Blissett
“Ed è proprio questa la sensazione che prevale: di poter continuare a camminare all'infinito senza giungere da nessuna parte, oppure in luoghi mai nemmeno immaginati, nascosti. La meraviglia ti aspetta dietro ogni angolo, in fondo a ogni vicolo”
Luther Blissett, Q

Henry James
“The number of persons in Venice who evidently never have enough to eat is painfully large; but it would be more painful if we did not equally perceive that the rich Venetian temperament may bloom upon a dog’s allowance. Nature has been kind to it, and sunshine and leisure and conversation and beautiful views form the greater part of its sustenance. It takes a great deal to make a successful American, but to make a happy Venetian takes only a handful of quick sensibility. The Italian people have at once the good and the evil fortune to be conscious of few wants; so that if the civilisation of a society is measured by the number of its needs, as seems to be the common opinion to-day, it is to be feared that the children of the lagoon would make but a poor figure in a set of comparative tables. Not their misery, doubtless, but the way they elude their misery, is what pleases the sentimental tourist, who is gratified by the sight of a beautiful race that lives by the aid of its imagination.”
Henry James, Italian Hours
tags: venice

Pam Saylor
“For years, in between our short trips overseas, my husband Dave and I started talking about a different kind of trip, a long-term trip. Both of us loved the food, wine, and people of Italy, and we began talking/dreaming about someday living in Italy for an entire year. We named this dream our Beautiful Dream—our “Bel Sogno.”
Pam Saylor

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