Quotes About Parisian

To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.

To err his human, to stroll is Parisian.

and when one says student, one says Parisian: to study in Paris is to be born in Paris.

her nose was not handsome— it was pretty; neither straight nor curved, neither Italian nor Greek; it was the Parisian nose, that is to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,—which drives painters to despair, and charms poets.

He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In

According to legend, he had worn elegant clothes and spoken Parisian French and had his land and wealth stolen from him by carpetbaggers after the war.

The Parisian way to be chic is to look super sharp for everyday things and then do effortless casual for night occasions.

Taking our inspiration from an article on the proper way to walk in a city that appeared recently in the celebrated Parisian magazine Matin, we too should make our feelings clear to people who have yet to learn how to conduct themselves on the streets of Istanbul and tell them, "Don't walk down the street with your mouth open" [1924]. It

Parisian men make love all day and have no time to work; American men work all day and have no time for love.

Stripes are very French - who doesn't love a good stripe?

Diane Kruger has a really chilled-out sense of style. It has a Parisian feel and isn't overly girly.

The repression the Republic imposed in the Vendée escalated to a level of surreal violence that dwarfed the Parisian Terror.

How inexplicable Parisian women are!" exclaimed Thaddeus. "When they are loved to madness they want to be loved reasonably: and when they are loved reasonably they reproach a man for not loving them at all.

For Parisian women, it's not about looks; it's not about style - for me, it's more about this beautiful city, culture, and lifestyle. It's more about attitude - style it your own way.

Il y a désir et désir. Vers le tablao andalou monte un désir qui est l'honneur de la création. Vers la scène du music-hall parisien, monte un désir qui est de la saloperie.

A force de s'intéresser à tout, le Parisien finit par ne s'intéresser à rien.

Si las parisienses son tan a menudo falsas, ebrias de vanidad, personales y coquetas, es evidente, sin embargo, que cuando aman verdaderamente sacrifican mayor número de sentimientos a sus pasiones. Se elevan por encima de sus pequeñeces y llegan a ser sublimes.

But if the woman is young and pretty, if she enters a house in one of those streets, if the house has a long, dark, damp, and evil-smelling passage-way, at the end of which flickers the pallid gleam of an oil lamp, and if beneath that gleam appears the horrid face of a withered old woman with fleshless fingers, ah, then! and we say it in the interests of young and pretty women, that woman is lost. She is at the mercy of the first man of her acquaintance who sees her in that Parisian slough.

the proofs being more or less like us according to a distribution of shading which is so nearly imperceptible that our reputation depends (barring the calumnies of friends and the witticisms of newspapers) on the balance struck by our criticisers between Truth that limps and Falsehood to which Parisian wit gives wings.

Une des plus grandes niaiseries du commerce parisien est de vouloir trouver le succès dans les analogues, quand il est dans les contraires A

Just as the flâneur wanders the Parisian Grands Boulevards, allowing disparate, shocklike experiences to be inscribed on his body even as they resonate in his memory, so the 'assistant' type, in a state of intoxication akin to a mystical trance, wanders through the Kafkan universe. In their blithe and groundless transparency, such figures alone seem capable of bringing to consciousness the alienating character of historical conditions.

was surprised by his vehemence; while no fonder of bathing than the normal Parisian—who regarded the prospect of immersion with a repugnance akin to horror—

He lifted his pint and took a long gulp and I watched his face grimace a little as he tried to swallow. His eyes closed briefly as he fought the urge to spit it back up. 'Christ, that tastes good,' he said with all the credibility of a Parisian complimenting a meal in Central London. 'I needed that.

In the annals of Parisian cultural history, the episode is still known as "the scandal of L'Age d'or.") A week later, Police Chief Chiappe closed the theatre; the film was censored, and remained so for fifty years.