701 Quotes About Europe

If you have ever been tempted to look up an old girlfriend or boyfriend, you will sympathize with Frederico. If you have doubts about revealing yourself to someone from your past, you’ll understand Emma. Did you ever have the urge to open a bookstore? You’ll love Dreams & Desires, Emma’s bookstore in Milan that specializes in romance.

The thought of going abroad makes my heart Leap," (Charles) Sumner wrote. "I feel, when I commune with myself about it, as when dwelling on the countenance and voice of a lovely girl. I am in love with Europa.

You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity The most modern European is you Pope Pius X And you whom the windows observe shame keeps youFrom entering a church and confessing this morning You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapersThere are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines("Zone")

There are people in Europe that struggled during an entire life to save as much as possible in banks that bankrupted and left them homeless.

Memories are precious gifts, draga. You own them, all of them, good and bad. They become part of you. Nobody can ever take them away. Someday you’ll know what I mean.

Time softens a person. Like the mountains at home. The older peaks are not as jagged. Time wears on them, rounds them.

When I read, I get so lost in the story, I forget where I am. Bucharest just melts away and I’m transported someplace else. I forget the time of day, sometimes even the year or the century. This may sound crazy, but I get myself all mixed up with the characters, like the story is actually happening to me.

A rainy day and a good book in a hidden room. What could be a more perfect way to spend a free afternoon?

Mihai had asked his father about the man one summer when the family went to the Black Sea. His father had picked up a clam shell and held it out for his young son to examine. 'Something used to live here,' he’d said that day. 'This was its house. The inside, the essence of the clam—the part that gave it life—died, and the house became empty.' From the outside, it looked the same as it always had, just like the man. He was a shell of who he used to be.