Gelato Quotes

You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it's for the same two things." "What?" "Love and gelato.

Turns out there's a reason they call it falling in love, because when it happens - really happens - that's exactly how it feels. There's no doing or trying, you just let go and hope that someone's going to be there to catch you.

A life without love is like a year without summer.

What?" He cut a grin at Kat when he saw the impressed look on her face. "Corporate espionage is my second greatest passion.' "With your first being..." Kat prompted. "Gelato," Hale said, and turned back to the group.

You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room

So... Italian gelato. Take the deliciousness of a regular ice-cream cone, times it by a million, then sprinkle it with crushed-up unicorn horns.

What I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.

[She was] like an exclamation mark in human form.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Hey, I just thought of something.” “What?” “When we’re together, we make one whole Italian.

A good friend is like a four-leaf clover. Hard to find and lucky to have.

The end of the world made gelato taste a lot better

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?” “Stracciatella.” “I’m naming my first daughter after it.” “Lucky her.

And why did he have to call me “quiet”? I hated being called quiet. People always said it like it was some kind of deficiency—like just because I didn’t put everything out there right away, I was unfriendly or arrogant. My mom had understood. You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room

Sonia met my eyes in the mirror. 'You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay its for the same two things.' 'What?' 'Love and gelato.' 'Amen,' Howard said.

Labels aren't big enough for people. And once you try to categorize someone, you stop looking for who they actually are.

I needed to find The Dress. You know, the once-in-a-lifetime dress guaranteed to make anyone fall in love with you.

You're the one I like. Maybe love.

Well, in that case, no. I’m not your father. But if you go with another definition, meaning ‘a man who wants to be in your life and help raise you,’ then yes. I am.

Kalamata, no one knows what they're doing. It's called life.

This is how life works. Deciding whom to love is not an alien form of decision-making, a romantic interlude in the midst of normal life. Instead, decisions about whom to love are more intense versions of the sorts of decisions we make throughout the course of our existence, from what kind of gelato to order to what career to pursue. Living is an inherently emotional business.

I thought I wanted caprice and fire, but it turns out that what I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.

You're baking?" "Yes." "It's almost midnight." "I specialize in late-night kitchen disasters.

I reached reverently into the bag, then took a big bite of the cornetta. It was warm and melty and tasted like every perfect thing that could ever happen to you. Italian summers. First loves. Chocolate.

And yes. I’d totally just compared the only guy I’d ever felt this way about to a ham sandwich.

He turned around and I felt the shards of my broken heart crumble to dust.

But that wasn't what happened. What happened was they drove to Harry's and parked the Camaro next to an Audi and a Lexus and Gansey ordered flavors of gelato until the table wouldn't hold anymore and Ronan convinced the staff to turn the overhead speakers up and Blue laughed for the first time at something Gansey said and they were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta, because they'd found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting.

It wasn't a little kiss, Not like your first peck or like the time you made out with your junior high boyfriend behind the movie theater. It was throw-your-arms-around-his-neck, bury-your-fingers-in-his-hair, why-haven't-we-done-this-before kissing

Hearts break open until they stay open. It’s what they were made to do. The pain? It’s part of the deal. A small exchange for the wild, joyful mess you’ll be handed in return.

Do you know what I love the most about this place? You are never quite alone when you are in a bookstore. So many voices are jammed into one place, it is impossible to feel alone.

...age has nothing to do with what you can accomplish- if you've got it, you've got it. Why wait until you grow up? And then once you're all grown-up, why stop?

You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it's for the same two things." "What?" "Love and gelato.

I just sat there, craving gelato.

I didn't get to stop missing her. Ever. It was the thing that my life had handed me, and no matter how heavy it was, I was never going to be able to set it down. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to be okay. Or even happy. I couldn't imagine it yet exactly, but maybe a day would come when the hole inside me wouldn't ache quite so badly and I could think about her, and remember, and it would be all right. That day felt light-years away, but right at this moment I was standing on a tower in the middle of Tuscany and the sunrise was so beautiful that it hurt. And that was something.

Tonight I watched the sun set at Ponte Vecchio. I think its safe to say I have finally found the place that feels right to me. I just can't believe I had to come halfway across the world to find it.

This was the thing I'd lost track of this summer. That being chosen--or not chosen--was not the thing that made me valuable. I was valuable regardless. I was enough, all on my own.

But it's a good rule, Kalamata. Enjoy the moment, then carry the memories with you as a souvenir. It's my life mantra.

I know you've got this, but if there's ever a moment when you don't, you've got me.

Sorry are you asleep?' 'Not anymore. I saw Howard's phone number and had a panic attack.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I really like you. A lot. But if you don't feel the same way about me, it's okay. Because you're really important to me, and I hope we can still be friends.

Before I could catch it, my heart slammed straight down to my feet, leaving me with a massive hole in my chest. It was amazing how I could just be going along, doing okay, and then suddenly-wham-I missed her so much even my fingernails hurt.

It's Olive. She's my Atlantis.

Book air is the best air.

First, he though, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

What?" He cut a grin at Kat when he saw the impressed look on her face. "Corporate espionage is my second greatest passion.'' "With your first being..." Kat prompted. "Gelato," Hale said, and turned back to the group.

I hated being called quiet. People always said it like it was some kind of deficiency - like just because I didn't put everything out there right away, I was unfriendly or arrogant. My mom had understood. You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room.

But some people are worth second chances. Not all people. Just some people.

He said that there are two types of silence, the silence that is empty and the silence that is full, and it’s never hard to figure out which one you’re dealing with.

Hey what's the matter? Are you crying?" I shook my head, slowly opening my eyes and smiling at him again. "No, it's nothing." But it wasn't nothing. I didn't want to ruin the moment by explaining to him, but suddenly it was like I had a zoomed-out view of this moment and I never, ever (ever) wanted it to end. I had Nutella on my face and my first real love sprawled out next to me and any minute the stars were going to sink back into the sky in preparation for a new day, and for the first time in a long time, I couldn't wait for what the day would bring. And that was something.

Hey, I just thought of something." "What?" "When we're together, we make one whole Italian.

The road narrowed and then it got wider, then disappeared into the distance, too far for me to see what was ahead. And I just let it.

You don’t need anyone, unless you want them

LINA's RULES OF SCOOTER RIDING: 1. Never ride a scooter sopping wet. 2. Never ride a scooter wearing a short skirt. 3. Try to pay attention to the light signals. Otherwise, every time the driver accelerates you'll smash into him and you'll have this awkward untangling moment and then you'll worry he's thinking you're doing it on purpose. 4. If by chance you aren't abiding by rule number two, be sure to avoid eye contact with male drivers. Otherwise they'll honk enthusiastically every time your skirt flies up.

That being chosen—or not chosen—was not the thing that made me valuable. I was valuable regardless. I was enough, all on my own.

Today is a bad day, but it won’t always be this bad. I promise.

Difficult is not the opposite of good

Jules hated it when I used "delicious" to describe anything but food, but that day he was nothing if not a sugar cone of melting sea salt and caramel gelato.

My voice was like weak tea.

Hey, do you want to get a gelato?” I wrinkled my forehead. “What’s that?” He groaned. “Gelato. Italian ice cream. The greatest thing that will ever happen to you. What have you been doing since you arrived?” “Hanging out with you.” “And you’re telling me I only have one summer.” He shook his head, then stood up. “Come on, Lina. We’ve got work to do.

. . . ITALIAN GELATO. TAKE THE deliciousness of a regular ice-cream cone, times it by a million, then sprinkle it with crushed-up unicorn horns. Ren stopped me after my fourth scoop. I probably would have kept going forever

I nodded at him and walked quickly along the path, like I was late to a meeting or something. Totally natural. People were probably always hurrying off to important meetings on the top of Italian hills.

Sometimes moving forward is as simple as admitting what you already know.

How come we got the grumpy boat of bandy-legged Puritans? How come we didn't get the Italian party boat with the cappuccino makers and the gelato machine? That was the sexy boat, man.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

I’m going because it feels scarier not to.

I scowled. "Shut up." "We should play Go Fish later." "No." "Mah-jong? Bridge?" "What are you, an old lady?

Simply being alive is a long shot. And art isn’t your future; it’s your today. It’s in the way you do everything.

You never quite alone when you are in a bookstore. So many voices are jammed into one place, it is impossible to feel alone.

Did Italian food have some kind of fairy dust that made it way better than its American counterparts?

I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. "Hon, Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I'm proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I've attached a picture of my foot." He's such a weirdo goofball. I love him.

This is a new chapter. My life. And I'm going to run at it with arms outstretched. Anything else would be a waste.

Dice che una buona idea deve essere: sconfinata come gli spazzi freddi dell'Universo e precisa come la scelta di un gelato.

Not this again,” I moaned. “Jonathon, there are more important things in this world than me.” He looked thoughtful. “You’re right,” he said and I thought I might finally be getting through to him. He continued, “Chocolate gelato,” he grinned.

The cliffs are gorgeous. Breath-stealing, really. But not in the soft endearing way of a sunset or a wobbly new lamb. They're gorgeous like a storm is gorgeous —one of those raw, tempestuous ones that leave you feeling awed and scared at the same time. Ever been trapped in a car during a particularly brutal thunderstorm? The cliffs are that kind of beautiful. Think drama, rage, and peace all packed up into one stunning package.

It was like walking through a scene from an Italian movie. The street was lined with clothing stores and little coffee shops and restaurants, and people kept calling to one another from windows and cars. Halfway down the street a horn beeped politely and everyone cleared out of the street to make way for an entire family crowded onto a scooter. There was even a string of laundry hanging between two buildings, a billowy red housedress flapping right in the middle of it. Any second now a director was going to jump out and yell, Cut!

She shook her head, then started fanning herself with her wallet. “Only in Italy.

I hadn't found the map. I'd been gifted the map. And that was a big difference, wasn't it? A tiny window opened up in my chest. Not all the way, but enough to let some sunlight in.

How old are you anyway? Like, forty? What was it like to have a pet dinosaur? Did it ever bite you?

You're going to be fine. You're going to make it. Your life will go on, and it's going to be great.

What does making money have to do with art? You don’t make art to make money. And you don’t make it because it’s convenient. You do it because it’s what you’re here to do, and if you don’t do it, you are running from yourself.

When you get to be my age, you realize that age has nothing to do with what you can accomplish—if you’ve go it, you’ve go it. Why wait until you grow up? And then once you’re all grown-up, why stop? Or at least that’s my motto.

Turns out there's a reason they call it FALLING in love, because when it happens - really happens - that's exactly how it feels. There's no doing or trying, you just let go and hope that someone's going to be there to catch you. Otherwise, you're going to end up with some pretty hefty bruises" -Lina

You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room.

I like your hair better curly.

He took one look at Mimi and wilted. “Whoa. What did I miss?” “Shut up, Thomas.” She turned and flounced away.

My mom once told me that it's difficult for kids to recognize their parents as anything but supporting cast members in their own feature films, and here it was true. I'd been so wrapped up in my own story with my father that I hadn't stopped to think about what his story was.

È come se tutta la sua vita si fosse cristallizzata. Fissata per sempre in una condizione che non evolve mai. Come un mammut dell’era glaciale. Ma questa non è la cosa peggiore, no. La cosa peggiore è che se guardo dentro a quel blocco di ghiaccio io non ci vedo Deprecabile. Ci vedo il riflesso mio. E i plumcake col latte gelato. E le serie tv prima di dormire. Tutte le mie coperte di Linus, insomma.

Hai bisogno di uno con una mano grande così. [...] Uno che se ne sta con la mano alzata, forte, ferma, come la statua della Libertà, ma senza quel cono gelato. Solo con la mano aperta, in alto e allora tu... [...] tu da lontano, da qualsiasi punto della terra, vedrai quella mano e saprai che lì potrai posarti e riposare.

Florence is the perfect place to fall in love, which means it’s also the worst place to be heartbroken.

Pay attention to the people who show up for you, the people who show interest in your life and will go out of their way to lift you up

Maybe that was just part of the Italian experience. “Come to Italy! Fall in love! Watch everything blow up in your face!” You could probably read about it on travel websites.

What was there to worry about? It's not like I was an active aquaphobic carrying nine years of emotional baggage onto a boat held together by duct tape.

So I met this woman, and I fell completely head over heels in love with her. I'd never felt that way about anyone before--it was like I'd been looking for her all along and just hadn't realized it. I knew I had to do everything in my power to make her feel the same way, so I started by being her friend.

There’s an awkward like, Can we continue on our merry little way and pretend this never happened? and then there’s an awkward like, Do you happen to know of any nondormant volcanoes that I could throw myself into, because that seems to be my only remaining option?

Woah! Lina, you look . . .” Thomas’s jaw literally dropped. But then he noticed Howard looking at him like he was a deer during hunting season and he quickly cleared his throat. “Sorry. Nice dress. You look really pretty.” “You look nice too.” Gray fitted suit. Hair styled messily. I could practically hear Addie spontaneously combusting from here.

He delighted Murs in history with his focused study on the spread of personal electronics through the first world; he aggravated Adler in administration with his focused study on the disparity between Aglionby's publicity budget versus their scholarship budget. He screamed himself hoarse at the sidelines of Koh's soccer match (they lost). He spray-painted the words PEACE, BITCHES on the Dumpster behind a gelato parlor.

Do you know what I love most about humans, pet? It’s our utter dogged stupidity. When it comes to love we never learn. Ever. Even when we know the risks. Even when it makes much more sense to relocate to individualized climate-controlled caves, where our hearts have at least a fighting chance at remaining intact. We know the risks of opening our hearts up. And yet we keep doing it anyway. We keep falling in love and having babies and buying shoes that look incredible but feel like death. We keep adopting puppies and making friends and buying white sofas that we know we’re going to drop a slice of pizza facedown on. We just keep doing it. Is it ignorance? Amnesia? Or is it something else? Something braver?

LINA"S RULES FOR SCOOTER RIDING: 1.Never ride a scooter sopping wet. 2. Never ride a scooter wearing a short skirt. 3. Try to pay attention to light signals. Otherwise, every time the driver accelerates you'll smash into him and you'll have this awkward untangling moment and then you'll worry he 's thinking you're doing it on purpose.

But the label thing is just part of being human, right? We like to categorize people, so everyone gets labels slapped on them whether they're right or not." I'd never thought about it that way before, but it was true. We even label ourselves; Bad at math. Flirt. Clueless. "They're never right," Ian said, a hint of venom in his voice. "Labels aren't big enough for people. And once you try to categorize someone, you stop looking for who they actually are.