Joseph Brodsky Quotes

Venice is the prettiest city I've ever seen. It looks like a Disneyland ride.

Italy has changed. But Rome is Rome.

It's so easy for me to get caught up in the feeling of a city like Venice, where everything is just beautiful color and gorgeous buildings that are so peaceful. You can roam around and get lost in the labyrinth.

Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.

I don't believe necessarily the past is in the past. It's eternal, it's all around us.

If I could live in one city and do every single thing I do there, I would choose Venice. You can't turn your head without seeing something amazing.

I propose to build for eternity.

He who influences the thought of his times, influences all the times that follow. He has made his impress on eternity.

Let it endure forever

History hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

Eternal Rome

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

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

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.

Yet, even for us, there is left some loveliness of environment, and the dullness of tutors and professors matters very little when one can loiter in the grey cloisters at Magdalen, and listen to some flute-like voice singing in Waynfleete's chapel, or lie in the green meadow, among the strange snakespotted fritillaries, and watch the sunburnt noon smite to a finer gold the tower's gilded vanes, or wander up the Christ Church staircase beneath the vaulted ceiling's shadowy fans, or pass through the sculptured gateway of Laud's building in the College of St. John.

Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.

Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.

How is it possible to sayan unkind or irreverential word of Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world!

The sage has one advantage: he is immortal. If this is not his century, many others will be.

Time means little; I never notice its passing.

his voice was centuries old

Words are the only things that last for ever.

[On Venice:] A wondrous city of fairest carving, reflected in gleaming waters swirled to new patterning by every passing gondola.