Venice Quotes

Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice?

I am not bound to please thee with my answer.

Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Venice, Italy, survives 365 days out of every year in water; New Orleans can survive a few days of water if it has to.

You can see darn near anything just by walking along the beachfront from Venice to Malibu.

I loved every place I lived and traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I fell hard for Central America and Mexico. In each country, I had fantasies that I could live there.

Venice, the most touristy place in the world, is still just completely magic to me.

Venice seemed incredibly lovely, elvishly lovely--to me like a dream of Old Gondor, or Pelargir of the Numenorean Ships, before the return of the Shadow.

A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.

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!

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.

To me, Venice and Ocean Park were gaiety. I had not been allowed to go to those things as a youngster.

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.

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 have an Italian comedy at the Venice Film Festival.

Arguably, the Venice Film Festival is the second best film festival in the world, after Cannes.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

Streets flooded. Please advise.

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.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

It's a fault line where the flotsam and energy that washes up from the Pacific collides with all of urban America crashing in from the other direction.

When I seek another word for 'music', I never find any other word than 'Venice'

When I went to Venice I found that my dream had become-incredibly, but quite simply-my address.

I shall be an Attila to Venice.

Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?

The trouble is, walking in Venice becomes compulsive once you start. Just over the next bridge, you say, and then the next one beckons.

Elsewhere in Italy is the lovely city of Venice, which each year attracts millions of visitors despite the fact that it is basically an enormous open sewer.

Venice Beach: proof of the biological impossibility of imagining a person being simultaneously good-looking and poor.

Famously sunny Los Angeles has long been known as the homeless capital of America, from beachy communities like Santa Monica and Venice to Skid Row downtown.

I am like a caricature of myself, and I like that. It is like a mask. And for me the Carnival of Venice lasts all year long.

History and legend and art and romance meet and mingle to create that indefinable sorcery of Venice. It is like nothing on earth except a poet's dream.

The gymnasiacs of Venice, in California, are so addicted to these practices that there has arisen a nation of men who can no longer put their arms against their sides

Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.

For me, the idea of being a successful actor is hanging out with my dogs and my boy, down in Venice beach, and going, "I don't have to audition today. I've got a little respite here."