Venice never quite seems real, but rather an ornate film set suspended on the water.
Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.
When I seek another word for 'music', I never find any other word than 'Venice'
Venice astonishes more than it pleases at first sight.
If you read a lot, nothing is as great as you've imagined. Venice is - Venice is better.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Perhaps it is because Venice is both liquid and solid, both air and stone, that it somehow combines all the elements crucial to make our imaginations ignite and turn fantasies into realities.
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.
I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
Each artist or writer who works in Venice comes to believe that the city yields its most special secret to him or her alone.
I will never forget experiencing Venice for the first time. It feels like you are transported to another time - the art, music, food and pure romance in the air is like no other place.
I have an Italian comedy at the Venice Film Festival.
Venice, the most touristy place in the world, is still just completely magic to me.
Prague is like a vertical Venice steps everywhere.
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .
Venice is the worlds unconscious: a misers glittering hoard, guarded by a Beast whose eyes are made of white agate, and by a saint who is really a prince who has just slain a dragon.
A group of us started a community center in Santa Monica. We've tried different programs, and three have worked really well. A poetry group. Once a week we visit Venice High and talk to girls at risk.
Amsterdam was a great surprise to me. I had always thought of Venice as the city of canals; it had never entered my mind that I should find similar conditions in a Dutch town.
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
I've been kind of submerged in my own little geographic location for a really long time in Venice Beach
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