Quotes About Paris

A historic measure of Paris's urbanity has been the description by Parisians of large rats on its subway system, or metro. I recently visited Paris with an eye toward seeing large rats. When I did not, after spending several hours being watched on metro platforms by wary Parisians, I began to realize that being able to readily spot rats in a specific city is an acquired skill, akin to learning a local dialect.

all people, no matter how little they had, if in Paris, they possessed great treasure...Paris itself.

There is no better city than Paris in which to love. There is no worse city than Paris in which to love and to lose.

You look like Balzac's 'Femme Peinte Par Elle — Meme'," he said, as he fanned her with one hand and held her coffee cup in the other.

The least of of us have some influence in this big world; and perhaps my little girl can do some good by showing others that a contented heart and a happy face are better ornaments than any Paris can give her.

No Paris either, and that's the worst of it all!

We'd better get there soon, said Corwin. They're probably building new streets in Paris right this minute. What if I don't want to, being a lesbian? Corwin fell silent; after a while he spoke. So you think it might be permanent?

Valentine reposes within the walls of Paris, and to leave Paris is like losing her a second time. Maximilian, said the count, the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

Besides, what is required of a young man in Paris? To speak its language tolerably, to make a good appearance, to be a good gamester, and to pay in cash.

The night was shining with stars. They were at the top of the Montee de Villedjuif, on the plateau from which Paris is a dark sea shimmering with millions of lights like phosphorescent waves; and waves they are, more thunderous, more passionate, more shifting, more furious and more greedy than those of the stormy ocean, waves which never experience the tranquility of a vast sea, but constantly pound together, ever foaming and engulfing everything!

O grande ville! c' est dans ton sein palpitant que j'ai trouve ce que je cherchais; mineur patient, j'ai remue tes entrailles pour en faire sortir le mal; maintenant, mon oeuvre est accomplie, ma mission est terminee; maintenant tu ne peux plus m'ofrir ni joies ni douleurs. Adieu, Paris,! adieu!

maintenant tu ne peux plus m'offrir ni joies, ni douleurs. Adieu, Paris ! adieu !

and though it was three in the morning, and he had to traverse some of the nastiest quarters in Paris, trouble passed him by. Everyone knows that God watches over drunkards and lovers.

It was a lovely starlight night—they had just reached the top of the hill Villejuif, from whence Paris appears like a sombre sea tossing its millions of phosphoric waves into light—waves indeed more noisy, more passionate, more changeable, more furious, more greedy, than those of the tempestuous ocean,—waves which never rest as those of the sea sometimes do,—waves ever dashing, ever foaming, ever ingulfing what falls within their grasp.

In the Rue de Seine he encountered Planchet, standing outside a bakery ecstatically worshipping a supremely appetizing brioche.

Je suis venu à Paris avec quatre écus dans ma poche, et je me serais battu avec quiconque m'aurait dit que je n'étais pas en état d'acheter le Louvre.

Quanto a Bonaparte, mais uma vez impelido pelo destino para Paris, centro dos grandes acontecimentos, retomou a vida obscura e oculta que tanto lhe pesava.

O governo sequer se dignou a responder a essa nota, e Bonaparte permaneceu em Paris. O que teria acontecido ao mundo se um funcionário do Ministério tivesse aposto a esse pedido a palavra "deferido", só Deus sabe.

D'abord, madame, Paris est Paris, c'est-à-dire une espèce de tourbillon où l'on perd la mémoire de toutes choses, au milieu du bruit que fait le monde en courant et la terre en tournant.

The purity of a language dispossesses it of its wealth; a correctness that is all too rigid takes away its strengh and manhood. In a city as big as Paris, forty learned men are procured each year, at no expense, who infalliably know what is pure and polite in their mother tongue and what is neccessary for the monopoly of this junkshop.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

I had enjoyed life in Paris, and, taking all things into consideration, enjoyed it wholesomely.

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

I did exhibitions with the Surrealists (in Paris, in 1929) because their attitude revolted against 'art' and their attitude toward life itself was wise, as was Dada's.