Quotes About Paris

In the end, at least, I got what I wanted - a stage to stand on, an audience to applaud. For all of Paris watches me now. They talk of nothing else. In the Assembly, in the coffeehouses, in the laundries and factories and market stalls, they talk of the fireworks. The broadsheets are full of my doings, every one. No player has ever managed that, not even the great Talma himself. But there is only one in the audience I care about now. Only one.

No había sentido ningún dolor, sólo temor por él. Creo que fue entonces cuando empezó la revolución. No la de París, ni la de los franceses, sino la mía.

In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady light in the serene summer night. There was no breath of wind to make them flicker as they hung there in space. They made the unseen city seem as vast as a firmament, reaching out into infinity.

His creation was a sort of new religion; the churches, gradually deserted by a wavering faith, were replaced by this bazaar, in the minds of the idle women of Paris. Women now came and spent their leisure time in his establishment, the shivering and anxious hours they formerly passed in churches: a necessary consumption of nervous passion, a growing struggle of the god of dress against the husband, the incessantly renewed religion of the body with the divine future of beauty.

Paris, pareil à un pan de ciel étoilé tombé sur un coin de la terre noire, lui apparut sévère et comme fâché de son retour.

The Empire was on the point of turning Paris into the bawdy house of Europe. The gang of fortune-seekers who had succeeded in stealing a throne required a reign of adventures, shady transactions, sold consciences, bought women, and rampant drunkenness.

a kind of breathing space in a Paris that was too small, too stuffy for the ambition in their breasts (65)

Mezarl?k boÅŸtu,karlar?n üzerinde ayak izlerinden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmam??t?.Ölü Jeanne,Paris'in kar??s?nda sonsuza kadar yaln?z kal?yordu.

Whenever they were together, fanfares cleared the way before them and they picked up Paris in one hand and put it calmly in their pocket. (64)

for all around on the bridges and embankment Paris roared while they, on the water's edge, tasted all the joy of being alone and ignored by the rest of the world. From that moment the wharf was their little strip of countryside (93)

From then on, the pavement of Plassans burned his feet. He was seen prowling on the promenades like a soul in pain. Then he decided suddenly, he left for Paris.

Artemis: Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre. Myles: In Paris. Artemis: Yes, Paris. And try as you will, you cannot attract the waiter's attention. What do you do? Beckett: Umm...tell Butler to jump-jump-jump on his head? Myles: I agree with simple-toon. Artemis: No! You simply raise one finger and say clearly 'ici, garcon.' Beckett: Itchy what?

Guarda Momo. La Senna adora i ponti, è come una donna che va matta per i braccialetti.

Le Bal du comte d'Orgel.

There are certain cities and certain areas of certain cities where the official language is dreams. Venice is one. And Paris. North Beach in San Francisco. Wenceslaus Square in Prague. And New Orleans, the city that dreams stories. Writers come and eavesdrop and take some of those stories with them, but these are just a few drops from a Mississippi river of stories.

I'll spend a couple of days in Paris, a couple back in London, some time at the factory in Italy... I like travelling, but it can be a struggle to get home for weekends.

I was picked up on a London street by a model agent. She took me to her office and then sent me to Paris to work in shows. It was supposed to be two weeks, but I ended up living there with my Zimbabwean boyfriend. I made enough money modeling and acting in French movies to buy a nice flat.

When I got to Paris, they welcomed me and showed my films. It was August of 1960, and I didn't have a penny in my pocket. But they had done something very dangerous: They had given me encouragement.

Whether you like it or not, Paris is the beating heart of Western civilisation. It's where it all began and ended.

When I turn on the news in Paris, the way Syria is covered is different from the way it is covered in Washington, D.C., or London. Even in Western society, where we hold all the values of democracy and freedom of speech, as soon as you point a camera in a particular direction, there is an angle - literally and figuratively.

My parents separated soon after I was born, so I left Helsinki when I was a year old. My mother took me to Paris and then other places throughout Western Europe.

In Paris, AIDS was dismissed as an American phobia until French people started dying; then everyone said, 'Well, you have to die some way or another.' If Americans were hysterical and pragmatic, the French were fatalistic: depressed but determined to keep the party going.

I personally think Prague is more romantic than Paris. If you have a girlfriend, take her there.