paris Quotes

“None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy.”

“Paris, a city so perilously close to the war, became a refuge for artists throughout the 1920s.”

“It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction – every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier.”

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

“I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”

“The burden of restoring the nation’s pride and prominence in the wake of the Paris exposition had fallen upon Chicago.”

“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.”

“Jerome Barberin lives with his wife in a little French town, Chavanon. He usually works in Paris as a mason. One day he finds a baby boy in Paris.”

Linnea has visited Claude Monet’s garden! In Paris, she got to see many of his actual paintings. Now she understands what it means for a painter to be called an Impressionist.

Linnea and Mr. Bloom take a trip to Paris to see where Claude Monet lived and painted.

“Impish, foul-mouthed Zazie arrives in Paris from the country to stay with Gabriel, her female-impersonator uncle.”

“An engaging story about a gang of children in a poor district of Paris after World War 2. Some good characters, including a strong female lead.”

“It’s not so beautiful, you know. Of course, it is beautiful.... But it’s the life of Paris; that’s the thing. Ah, there’s no city like Paris for gaiety, movement, excitement....”

If you want to enjoy yourself properly you must go to Paris.

“Ah,” he said, “you may say what you like. There’s no woman like the Parisienne—for style, for go.”

“Great city,” murmured he, inclining his head, and joining his hands as if in prayer, “less than six months have elapsed since first I entered thy gates. I believe that the Spirit of God led my steps to thee and that he also enables me to quit thee in triumph; the secret cause of my presence within thy walls I have confided alone to him who only has had the power to read my heart. God only knows that I retire from thee without pride or hatred, but not without many regrets; he only knows that the power confided to me has never been made subservient to my personal good or to any useless cause. Oh, great city, it is in thy palpitating bosom that I have found that which I sought; like a patient miner, I have dug deep into thy very entrails to root out evil thence. Now my work is accomplished, my mission is terminated, now thou canst neither afford me pain nor pleasure. Adieu, Paris, adieu!”