Quotes About Paris

I liked Berkeley tremendously, Berkeley was a very leftist campus. I came to love that city as much as I love Paris or the south of France or New York.

Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

Every time I look down on this timeless town, whether blue or gray be her skies, whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears, more and more do I realize that...I love Paris.

She is in Paris, in Parisian clothes, getting ready to go out with a Frenchman she picked up in an art gallery! She pulls her hair back into a loose knot, puts on her lipstick, sits down on the bed and laughs.

Le Marais?' 'It's a little district in the centre of Paris. It is full of cobbled streets and teetering apartment blocks and gay men and orthodox Jews and women of a certain age who once looked like Brigitte Bardot. It's the only place to stay.

Nell looks at the label and comes to. "Oh, I'd never wear it. I like to buy things on a cost-per-wear basis. This dress would probably work out at like...thirty pounds a wear. No. I couldn't." "You don't ever do something just because it makes you feel good?" The assistant shrugs. "Mademoiselle, you need to spend more time in Paris.

You came for a romantic weekend to Paris. In your flip-flops.

Si sente vivo e spregiudicato. Vuole vedere Nell ridere. Vuole andare in un club e ballare con lei fino alle ore piccole, con una mano sulla sua schiena sudata, tenendo gli occhi incatenati ai suoi. Vuole rimanere sveglio fino all'alba per un buon motivo, eccitato dall'alcol, dal divertimento e dalla magia di Parigi. Vuole assaporare la sensazione di speranza che nasce dall'incontro con una persona sconosciuta, qualcuna che vede solo il meglio di te, non il peggio.

I could see myself in that café. I was there, at that table, maybe admiring a new pair of French shoes, purchased in a chic little boutique, or picking at a pastry with Parisian red fingernails. I could taste the coffee, smell the smoke from the next table's Gauloises.

You don't ever do something just because it makes you feel good?" The assistant shrugs. "Mademoiselle, you need to spend more time in Paris.

Le Marais?" "It's a little district in the center of Paris. It is full of cobbled streets and teetering apartment blocks and gay men and orthodox Jews and women of a certain age who once looked like Brigitte Bardot. It's the only place to stay.

Nowhere is far...You are in Paris! - Fabien

Pe cel?lalt taler al balanÈ›ei st? Parisul. Poate pentru c? n-are niciodat? sfârÈ™it. ?i, în plus, e minunat; el face fa?? la tot, tuturor temeiurilor g?site de om pentru a fi nefericit... De ce eram, Doamne, disperat la Paris? Nici c? puteam fi mai idiot." - Enrique Vila-Matas, "Parisul nu are sfârÈ™it

El pasado, decía Proust, no sólo es fugaz, es que no se mueve de sitio. Con París pasa lo mismo, jamás ha salido de viaje. Y encima es interminable, no se acaba nunca.

In Paris, we spent hours at the Louvre examining great works by Géricault, Trioson, Da Vinci—the Mona Lisa was surprisingly small but had yet to be cordoned off and encased—and Ingres. I remember marveling at Ingres's Valpinçon Bather.

Hyde Park Corner is what happens when a bunch of urban planners take one look at the grinding circle of gridlock that surrounds the Arc de Triomphe in Paris and think—that's what we want for our town.

Paris is different from LA in regards to its historical architecture. I think that's what gives Paris it's charm and beauty.

The attacks on the Paris Metro in the 1990s were committed by members of the local Muslim community, immigrants from the Maghreb region of North Africa.

If my wife was to say, 'Honey, I'd like you to go to PSG', I would have to take it into account.

Phuong had kept us a table at the edge of the dance-floor and the orchestra was playing some tune which had been popular in Paris five years ago. Two Vietnamese couples were dancing, small, neat, aloof, with an air of civilization we couldn't match. (I recognized one, an accountant from the Banque de

sign of things to come, radioactive particles were detected over San Francisco a few days later, and after that over Paris, bringing this "fallout" threat to wide public attention for the first time. Also endangered were the forty thousand U.S. sailors and soldiers who had been crowded cavalierly nearby, or who mounted the ships later to inspect or clean them—with safety guidelines widely ignored—and were exposed to troubling levels of radiation.

I was born in Allied-controlled Pola. At the end of World War II, the victorious wartime Allied powers negotiated the details of peace treaties and borders with Italy, Romania, Hungary, Bulgaria, and Finland. The Paris Treaty was signed on February 10, 1947. I was born a few days later.

As a result of World War II, European artists migrated to America, enlarging the scene and diminishing Paris as the center. America was beginning its dominance of the art world with the emergence of the Abstract Expressionists.

If I had been born in Paris in the early 1900s and lived through World War II, I feel like my DNA would've been Henri Baurel.