Quotes About Paris

Tutta Parigi era ai suoi piedi, coi mille pennacoli dei suoi edifici e l'orizzonte circolare delle sue molli colline, col fiume serpeggiante sotto i suoi ponti e il popolo, formicolante per le sue strade, con la nube dei suoi vapori, la catdna montuosa dei suoi tetti che rinserra Notre Dame tra le sue gambe accavallate. Ma di tutta quella città l'arcidiacono non guardava chs un punto: la piazza del Sagrato; di tutta quella folla, una figura: la zingara.

I had forgotten how gently time passes in Paris. As lively as the city is, there's a stillness to it, a peace that lures you in. In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.

Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris

Paris," Vianne said, trying to find comfort in the familiar

Había olvidado lo dulcemente que transcurre el tiempo en París.

Isn't it? Go to Paris. Have your fun but don't

Most people find themselves charmed by me eventually. Now come, are you trying to leave a trail behind us on the streets of Paris? Are we Hansel and Gretel?

I'm in a place foreign to me, but there's something about Paris that feels very familiar. I wonder for the first time if a sense of place can be passed down through the blood.

Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal

In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine. "The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.

He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.

America is my country, and Paris is my home town.

I don't like Paris so much, and it's only eight shows. I mean, don't tell them that, of course. But everyone always thinks they're so important. And I'm sure they are. But to me, my happiness is more important.

Era anche troppo facile pensare che fosse quella l'arma che aveva ucciso monna Vana, troppo facile. Ma d'altra parte non erano i maestri di Francia, i filosofi che tenevano lezione nel vicolo degli Strami a Parigi, a insegnarci che la causa semplice è regina sulla causa complessa? E che la Natura, oltre che del vuoto, ha parimenti orrore dell'inutile complessità?

I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2 000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.

Jacqueline Wilson

The colors on the river faded, the rain began, and the river began to rise. It was apparent that the sun would soon give up the tremendous struggle it cost her to get to Paris for a few hours every day.

It's a great city, Paris, a beautiful city––and––it was very good for me.

That was how I met her, in a bar in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, she was drinking and watching, and that was why I liked her, I thought she would be fun to have fun with.

That was how I met Giovanni. I think we connected the instant that we met. And remain connected still, despite the fact that Giovanni will be rotting soon in unhallowed ground near Paris. Until I die there will be those moments, moments seeming to rise up out of the ground like Macbeth's witches, when his face will come before me, that face in all its changes, when the exact timbre of his voice and tricks of his speech will nearly burst my ears, when his smell will overpower my nostrils.

I ached abruptly, intolerably, with a longing to go home; not that hotel, in one of the alleys of Paris, where the concierge barred the way with my unpaid bill; but home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood; to those things, those places, those people which I would always helplessly, and in whatever bitterness of spirit, love above all else.

Ah! I am told that New York is very beautiful. Is it more beautiful than Paris?' 'Oh, no,' I said, 'no city is more beautiful than Paris'.

I suppose they will come for him early in the morning, perhaps just before dawn, so that the last thing Giovanni will ever see will be that grey, lightless sky over Paris, beneath which we stumbled homeward together so many desperate and drunken mornings.

On the morning of the evening that we met I had been turned out of my room. I did not owe an awful lot of money, only around six thousand francs, but Parisian hotel-keepers have a way of smelling poverty and then they do what anybody does who is aware of a bad smell; they throw whatever stinks outside.