Vista Quotes

Quotes tagged as "vista" (showing 1-6 of 6)
Joe Abercrombie
“The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up the mountainside towards the fortress of Fontezarmo - a cluster of sharp towers, ash-black again the wounded heavens. The sunrise was red, black and gold.
The colours of their profession.”
Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

Dennis Lehane
“Lui avrebbe voluto chiederle che rumore fa un cuore quando si rompe per la gioia, quando è sufficiente la vista di qualcuno per riempirti come né il cibo, né il sangue, né l'aria potranno mai fare; quando ti senti come se fossi nato per vivere un momento preciso e quel momento, per qualche ragione particolare, era proprio quello.”
Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island

Lauro Kociuba
“O impossível é questão de ponto de vista.”
Lauro Kociuba, Promessas antigas

Paula Brackston
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting out in the exuberance of late spring. For Laura, the landscape at thirteen hundred feet up a Welsh mountain was the perfect mix of reassuringly tamed and excitingly wild. In front of the house were lush, high meadows filled with sheep, the lambs plump from their mother's grass-rich milk. Their creamy little shapes bright and clean against the background of pea green. A stream tumbled down the hillside, disappearing into the dense oak woods at the far end of the fields, the ocher trunks fuzzy with moss. On either side of the narrow valley, the land rose steeply to meet the open mountain on the other side of the fence. Here young bracken was springing up sharp and tough to claim the hills for another season. Beyond, in the distance, more mountains rose and fell as far as the eye could see. Laura undid the latch and pushed open the window. She closed her eyes. A warm sigh of the wind carried the scent of hawthorn blossom from the hedgerow.”
Paula Brackston, Lamp Black, Wolf Grey

A rua se afunilava até perder-se de vista numa curva íngreme rumo às profundezas proféticas
“A rua se afunilava até perder-se de vista numa curva íngreme rumo às profundezas proféticas onde a luz diurna já não abria caminho.”
Filipe Russo, Asfixia

“È un magnifico e affascinante spettacolo Parigi, e soprattutto la Parigi di allora, vista dall'alto delle torri di Notre-Dame nelle fresche luci di un'alba d'estate.”
Hugo Victor-Marie