Quotes About Paris

Monte Carlo was the place to gamble, gossip and sunbathe, exchange an old lover for a newer one, and acquire next season's fashion statement a full three months before the rest of Paris.

It wasn't until the car turned the corner and headed down a busy Paris street that I slumped back in the seat, but my slumpage was short-lived

I took [Kate's] hand in mine, and felt her fingers squeeze back. And I thought: home. It took me completely by surprise. But I suppose that once you bid farewell to your first home, you're always looking for another—that place where you can feel happy and strong and at your best. For three years I'd called the Aurora home. But now that I lived in Paris, it was not the city itself that was home. It was Kate.

between us, she reclined with hers between her fingers. "I do love a cigarette with tea. It's the style in Paris and Berlin. All the princesses smoke these days.

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,On a day I already remember.I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me—Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into." It's not like the thought hasn't occurred to me. I get that the chances of finding him are small, but the chances of finding him as I remember him are even smaller. But I just keep going back to what my dad always says, about how when you lose something, you have to visualize the last place you had it. And I found?and then lost?so many things in Paris.

As the lightness buoys me, I wonder if maybe she was right. Maybe it's not about looking hot for guys, but about feeling like a place acknowledged you, winked at you, accepted you. It's strange because, of all the people in all the cities, I'd have thought that to Parisians I'd be invisible, but apparently I'm not. Apparently in Paris, not only can I skate, but I practically qualify for the Olympics!

Creo que todo está pasando todo el tiempo, pero si no te pones en el camino, lo pierdes. Cuando viajas, te pones allí. No siempre es genial. A veces es terrible. Pero otras… —Levanta los hombros y hace un gesto hacia París, luego me mira de reojo—, no es tan malo.

Un beso de todo París.

Algunos amores son imperecederos. Sobre todo si ocurren en París.

Entonces, Lulu? ¿Qué dices? ¿Quieres ir a París por un día? ¿Sólo por un día? Es totalmente una locura. Ni siquiera lo conozco. Y podría ser atrapada. ¿Y qué tanto de París puedes conocer en un día? Y todo esto podría resultar desastrosamente mal en muchas formas. Todo eso es cierto. Lo sé. Pero no cambia el hecho de que quiera ir. Así que esta vez, en vez de decir no, intento algo diferente. Y digo, sí.

Não sei bem como explicar esta mudança, todas as mudanças que têm ocorrido hoje. Será de Paris? Será do Willem? Será a proximidade dele que torna esta cidade tão fascinante, ou será a cidade que torna a proximidade dele tão irresistível?

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

Who is she, why is she still here and when can I see her naked? Paris asked with an eyebrow wiggle

If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them "too much effort.

Give me the effing phone, Strider grumbled, opening his palm and waving his fingers. Effing? William laughed with genuine amusement. You ever realize how polite you get when you're hammered? And you know what they say. A man's true charactor is revealed when he's toasted. So you gotta face facts, man. You're a closet gentlmen. Loser! The heck I am! Even Paris laughed at that.

If Paris were missing, he´d want the same guys looking for him. Seriously, the only team capable of getting better results would be Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers and Hannibal

Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.

Are you going to suggest I kiss you for good luck or strength or whatever it is your sex demon needs?" - William That earned the warrior a two-fingered salute. "So that's a no?" William asked. Paris worked his jaw. "Here, let me help you off the cliff to the drawbridge." With no more warning, he shoved William over the ledge. He thought he heard a fading, "So not cool," from the bastard as he fell...fell.. Splat. Paris worked

He reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird again). Dude looked ready to rustle cattle or something.

Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William

Paris, keeper of Promiscuity, enjoyed romance novels), and weird silver lamps that twisted and curved over the chairs; he had no idea who those were for. Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good. Gideon

Paris answered for him. "Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again." "I'm surprised you didn't mention the part where you fainted," Lucien said wryly. Strider chortled. "Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!" "Hey," Paris said, frowning at Lucien. "I told you I hit my head midflash." Lucien

Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,Entuned in hir nose ful semely;And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,After the scole of Stratford atte BoweFor Frenssh of Parys was to hir unknowe.