Anna Akhmatova Quotes

From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit.

Do you remember Italy?

Rome is one of my favourite cities in the world.

I just love Rome. It really does cast a spell on you.

Rome holds my psyche in balance. Whenever I'm there, it's like a holiday.

I lived in Rome for about five or six months during Life Aquatic.

Those have not lived who have not seen Rome.

Rome is a city I love very much. I have lived there since I was a child.

If you are a reader of 'Harper's Bazaar,' to me, you are a woman who loves fashion, but not just fashion; you love fashion, you love travel, you love art, you love music.

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.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

I love coming home to Melbourne. The first thing I do is have a coffee. It's just so much better here than anywhere else. It's better than in Italy and I travel a lot. I crave it.

I've been to the Vatican more than anyplace else outside this country in the world. I am mesmerized by it.

Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn't appreciate its beauty.

Rome is my most favorite city, so I really enjoy to stay here and the whole tournament.

Paris is life-enhancing for all those reasons we know and all those words that have become so banal.

I miss Italy; that's beyond doubt.

Sydney has taken my money, Melbourne has my respect, but Adelaide has taken my heart; I shall return.

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

Provence is a country to which I am always returning, next week, next year, any day now, as soon as I can get on a train.

When I left you, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?