Quotes About Paris

September 25, 2007 Paris To honor the death of Marcel Marceau I observed a minute of silence.

As my ticket is ripped I'll briefly consider all the constructive things I could be doing. I think of the parks and the restaurants, of the pleasantries I'll never use on the friends I am failing to make. I think of the great city teeming on the other side of that curtain, and then the lights go down, and I love Paris.

When the week was over, we went to Paris. There are any number of stores there that time seems to have forgotten. At one of them I bought five rubber noses. That's one for every serial killer I read about while I was in France.

I thought of all the singers and dancers and trumpet players and sculptors and scribblers who had claimed to feel like people, finally here, in Paris, no longer shadows but people in their own right, an effect that possibly required more than twelve hours to take effect, and I wondered how these people were able to tell, so precisely, the moment that they began to feel like a person.

He felt the brusque transition from his poetic Paris to the dumb and arid province; and when, coming downstairs, he chanced to see Monsieur Hochon cutting slices of bread for each person, he understood, for the first time in his life, Moliere's Harpagon.

Wherefore he closed the door of the palace with awe, thinking as he did so that he should never set foot in it again. "Eve was right," he said to himself, as he went back under the stone arcading for some more money. "There is a difference between Paris prices and prices in L'Houmeau.

Na província, não há escolha nem comparação a fazer: o hábito de ver as fisionomias dá-lhes uma beleza convencional. Transportada para Paris, uma mulher que passa por bonita no interior não desperta a menor atenção, porque não é bela senão pela aplicação do provérbio: Em terra de cegos, quem tem um olho é rei.

Well, then! there are streets, or ends of streets, there are houses, unknown for the most part to persons of social distinction, to which a woman of that class cannot go without causing cruel and very wounding things to be thought of her. Whether the woman be rich and has a carriage, whether she is on foot, or is disguised, if she enters one of these Parisian defiles at any hour of the day, she compromises her reputation as a virtuous woman.

Whenever, in after times, I have gone through museums of old furniture in Paris, London, Munich, or Vienna, with the gray-headed custodian who shows you the splendors of time past, I have peopled the rooms with figures from the Collection of Antiquities.

Tears came into Eugene's eyes. He was still under the spell of youthful beliefs, he had just left home, pure and sacred feelings had been stirred within him, and this was his first day on the battlefield of civilization in Paris. Genuine feeling is so infectious that for a moment the three looked at each other in silence.

I am fully persuaded that, out of his business, he is the most loyal and upright soul in Paris. There are two men in him; he is petty and great — a miser and a philosopher. If I were to die and leave a family behind me, he would be the guardian whom I should appoint. This was how I came to see Gobseck in this light, monsieur. I know nothing of his past life.

Time has become the costliest commodity, so no one can afford the lavish extravagance of going home to-morrow morning and getting up late. Hence, there is no second soiree now but at the houses of women rich enough to entertain, and since July 1830 such women may be counted in Paris.

Already I begin to drop convent habits for those of society. I spend the evening writing to you till the moment for going to bed arrives. This has been postponed to ten o'clock, the hour at which my mother goes out, if she is not at the theatre. There are twelve theatres in Paris.

Trasladada a París, una mujer que en provincias pasa por ser bonita no llama la menor atención, porque solo es bella según el refrán que reza que «en el país de los ciegos, el tuerto es rey».

Aunque el vulgo no admite cambios bruscos en los sentimientos, no es menos cierto que dos amantes se separan a menudo más rápidamente de lo que tardan en unirse. Iba incubándose en madame de Bargeton y en Lucien un desencanto sobre ellos mismos cuya causa no era otra que París.

Quand on connaît Paris, on ne croit à rien de ce qui s'y dit, et on ne dit rien de ce qui s'y fait.

This prudent step had led to success; the foundations of his fortune were laid in the time of the Scarcity (real or artificial), when the price of grain of all kinds rose enormously in Paris. People used to fight for bread at the bakers' doors; while other persons went to the grocers' shops and bought Italian paste foods without brawling over it.

Remember this adage—complicity in vice is the real Holy Alliance* in Paris. Interests always diverge in the end but the corrupt always understand each other.

Egész Párizs odagy?lik hozzá, ahogy a cs?cselék lepi el a Grève teret, ha kivégzés készül. Azért mennek oda, hogy lássák, tudja-e leplezni fájdalmát ez az asszony, tud-e szépen meghalni. Nem rémes?

Thirteen men were banded together in Paris under the Empire, all imbued with one and the same sentiment, all gifted with sufficient energy to be faithful to the same thought, with sufficient honor among

Dans la langue des viveurs, doubler un cap dans Paris, c'est faire un détour, soit pour ne pas passer devant un créancier, soit pour éviter l'endroit où il peut être rencontre. Lucien qui n'allait pas indifféremment par toutes les rues, connaissait la manoeuvre sans en connaître le nom.

And lastly, here in Paris there is a spirit which you breathe in the air; it infuses the least details, every literary creation bears traces of its influence. You learn more by talk in a cafe, or at a theatre, in one half hour, than you would learn in ten years in the provinces. Here, in truth, wherever you go, there is always something to see, something to learn, some comparison to make.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n'en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur.

Paris est un sujet d'envie pour ceux qui ne l'ont jamais vu ; de bonheur ou de malheur (selon la fortune) pour ceux qui l'habitent, mais toujours de regrets pour ceux qui sont forcés de le quitter.