Famous Quotes About Leonardo Da Vinci の小説・ストーリー

“Disappointed?” He laughed—a low, knowing sound. “Not at all.” --------- Outside, Venice sprawled beneath the night sky, the waters black and endless. The cool air bit at my skin, but I didn’t retreat. I needed the space. Leonardo stepped beside me, leaning casually against the stone railing. “You think too much,” he murmured. I exhaled slowly, watching the city rather than him. “And you act before thinking.” He smirked. “That’s why we work.”

“What kind of art do you like?” “Oh, I’m a classical lady.” Asya beams at me like she’s just shared a juicy secret. “Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, Rembrandt… Levitan is a personal favorite, of course.” This is a conversation I can have any time of day. I brighten and flash her a grin. “I love his Autumn Day, Sokolniki. It’s almost like a photograph, but the colors are just so lovely.” Asya looks at me for a long, silent moment, that smile unwavering on her face even as she continues eating her cake and drinking her tea.

Leonardo questioned sounding curious like there's no tomorrow. " Nothing like that. I'm just stressed. Moreover, today is a very important day. We have shooting to do and in the middle of that this lunch date thing. I don't want any barrier between my work and peace " Naitee said making Leonardo chuckle at her before saying " We both have kind of similar thoughts. I too love my work more than anything"

next time. "Hilarious. N*****x should give you a standup special.” I plucked the now-cold pizza from the box and took a bite. "You give yourself too much credit." I roll my eyes, “I know.” Leonardo oozed cockiness. “It’s one of my many wonderful attributes.”

I complimented, staring at it with a smile. “Ah. Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci. This is a portrait of Lisa Gherardini, the wife of a wealthy merchant. It's an enigmatic painting which is widely considered the most famous artwork in the world. Just take a look at the subtle, knowing smile and intricate details. It's really fascinating sometimes.” Xaden said dreamily. I didn't expect him to be an art person, but it was nice too. He didn't have to be a business man who only cared about business. There had to be hobbies as well.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

And it was glorious. Her phone buzzed. Text from Vera: How's being normal? Nadia smiled and typed back: Boring and perfect. Thank you for pushing me toward it. Anytime. Someone has to keep you from overthinking yourself into a miserable political career. Love you too, little sister. Obviously. I'm very lovable. Nadia pocketed her phone and returned her attention to the lecture. Professor Kirilenko was explaining how da Vinci used mathematical principles to create depth perception in his paintings. It was fascinating. It was intellectual without being political. It was exactly what she needed.

He had succeeded where others had failed, where his mentor had failed. "I told you, didn’t I?" Leonard muttered to the shadows, his voice filled with conviction. "I told you, Mr. Sampson, that I would become the greatest scientist to ever live. I told you I would outdo you in every way. And look at me now—clones, perfect replicas of myself. Something you could never achieve."

As he descended the stairs, his gaze suddenly landed on a family photo of the four of them. In the picture, Lucia gently held his arm. He remembered that before the photo was taken, Lucia had whispered softly in his ear, “Leonardo, I love you.” Those words still lingered in his mind, and his vision blurred slightly at the memory. “Mr. Marchesi?” Davide saw him standing there motionless. Leonardo snapped back to reality and instructed, “Prepare some food.” He had seemingly developed the habit of drinking before sleep. Without Lucia, there was no one left to share a drink with him to unwind. Now, most of his stress originated from her instead.

"Go to your room. Before I forget you are a guest and throw you out." Isabella glared at him, then at Harper. She stomped up the stairs, her heels banging like war drums. Harper sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. "That was exhausting. I think I used up all my brain cells for the next month." Sebastian handed her his whiskey. "You were magnificent. 'Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.' Where did you read that?" "Leonardo da Vinci," Harper took a sip, grinning. "But I think it sounded better in my broken French."