Do traffic lights mean anythng around here?
Marcello
Yeah, sure. Green light — avanti, avanti. Yellow light — decoration.
What about red light?
Marcello
Just a suggestion.
Under the Tuscan Sun quotes
Page 1 of 2Do you know the most surprising thing about divorce? It doesn't actually kill you. Like a bullet to the heart or a head-on car wreck. It should. When someone you've promised to cherish till death do you part says "I never loved you," it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day after that, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know. The light just never went on, you know. I must have known, of course, but I was too scared to see the truth. Then fear just makes you so stupid.
No, it's not stupid, Signora Mayes. L'amore e cieco.
Oh, love is blind. Yeah, we have that saying too.
Everybody has that saying because it's true everywhere.
What are you thinking?
What do I think?
Tell me.
I think you got your wish.
My wish?
On that day we looked for the snake, you said there wanted there to be a wedding here. And you said... you wanted there to be a family here.
You're right... I got my wish. I got everything I asked for.
What if this is it? The real thing?
Placido What you speak of is only in fairy tales.
No, it's not!
Placido And how do you know? From personal experience?
No. I looked, and I didn't find it. But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
It's a nice little villa. Rather run down, but redeemable... Are you going to buy it?
The way my life is currently going, that would be a terrible idea.
Mm, terrible idea... Don't you just love those?
There's something strange about these trees. It's like they know.
And they know that we know that they know.
They're creepy. Creepy Italian trees. Of course, the baby's going to like them cause it's going to be a creepy Italian baby who goes around saying things like 'Ciao mama' and doing that weird backward hand wave thing. Life is strange.
Think of your inner voice.
Inner voice... "What the **** am I doing on a gay tour of Tuscany?"
Every day, I watch for the old man with the flowers, and I wonder, was he born here? Did he love someone here? Did he lose someone here? He doesn't seem as curious about me, but that's all right. These days, I'm something of a loner myself.
Fefe said "You have to live spherically, in many directions. Never lose your childish enthusiasm and things will come your way."
I still got it! I still got it! I still got it! — Thank God!
I'd like to make an offer on the house. This is what I can pay, minus the work on the place, buckets, nails ... chocolate, and a rental car to drive off a cliff when this all turns out to have been a terrible mistake.
In Italian, the literal translation of "to give birth" — "dare alla luce" — is: "to give to the light".
It's market day in Cortona — the piazza is an on-going party — and everyone is invited.
Jesus, Frances, how do you do it — how do you ever breathe again?
Life is strange.