The most beautiful sentences about the Amalfi Coast

Set like a jewel between the mountains and the sea, the Amalfi Coast is a succession of breathtaking landscapes and unforgettable views that look like something out of a postcard. Its beauty has enchanted travellers and artists from all over the world for centuries. Many are the writers, poets and musicians who have been seduced by its charm and who have wanted to celebrate it with famous verses or phrases.

On this page we have collected some of the most beautiful phrases written about the Amalfi Coast.

The Amalfi Coast is a terrace on infinity
(Fabrizio Caramagna)

The Amalfi Coast is the most beautiful coastline in the world
(Renzo Arbore)

The Amalfi Coast is a paradise, made up of staircases that resonate like the keys of an old piano
(Corrado Alvaro)

The Amalfi Coast is a dream place that doesn’t seem real
(Alberto Moravia)

Here is the garden we always and futilely seek after the perfect places of childhood. A memory that is tangible above the abysses of the sea, suspended on the leaves of the orange and cedar trees sumptuous in the hanging gardens of convents
(Salvatore Quasimodo, Eulogy)

It is believed that the sea from Reggio to Gaeta is almost the most delightful part of Italy. In which, very close to Salerno, there is a coast over the sea concerning which the inhabitants call the Amalfi Coast, full of small towns, gardens and fountains and of rich and procuring men in the act of trading, as well as some others
(Giovanni Boccaccio, Decameron)

The day of judgement, for the Amalfitans who go to heaven, will be a day like any other
(Renato Fucini)

Positano strikes a deep chord. It is a dream place that does not seem real to you while you are there but whose deep reality you feel with nostalgia when you have left it‘”
(John Steinbeck)

The Amalfi Coast is a precipice of houses from the mountain to the coast, and it is in these inland landscapes that plummet to the sea that we find an intensity of forms formed by the terracing with which these landscapes are built
(Don McCullin)

Positano is a Capri for people in a quieter mood. Amalfi, which, everyone knows, was the oldest of our maritime republics, is a lively little town, with loquacious barbers’ shops that work late into the night, winding streets, a beautiful cathedral, and a few aristocratic houses
(Guido Piovene)

It smelt of turpentine, of strawberries,
the coast of Cetara and Erchie rises
in memory, weaving the walls, impaling
the pergolas of citrus fruits: on the stairs
of the mountains the white of the houses rises

(Alfonso Gatto)

‘Praiano is a symphony of colours and it is from the encounter between sea, sky and earth that its harmony is born’
(Anonymous)