P Quotes
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“Paris is not so square. I'm not good at the geography of the city in Paris, so I'm always lost. Here, in New York, you can never be lost. In Paris, even when I walk to my gallery or whatever, I always take another route, because Paris is not built that way.”
“Paris is one of the largest, and certainly it is the pleasantest, of modern American cities.”
Source: Dodsworth
“Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn't appreciate its beauty.”
“Paris is one of the most incredible places to live. Once you get bitten by the city, you never leave.”
“Paris is paramount for fashion, always was - always will be.”
“Paris is particularly beautiful in the rain. It was just a nice experience for me, a pleasant experience, and I was able to present it to the world through my eyes, very subjectively - not realistically, but subjectively.”
“Paris is quite a place, to look at as well as the people. I suppose it's because so much has happened here and you know it even if you don't know what it is. In Greenock you know nothing ever happened nor ever will happen, in the historical sense I mean, so you look at it differently, or you don't look at it at all.”
Source: A Green Tree in Gedde
“Paris is simpy a place of freedom. Geographically central, it has always been a centre of light, learning and research. It will be very difficult for anyone to show that it is not still the home of freedom for ideas; a place where people like to hear ideas presented and discussed; wher an artist of any sort is just a human being like a doctor or a plumber, and not a freak or a madman.”
“Paris is so beautiful. Mr. President, you should really think about going there sometime.”
“Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America.”
“Paris is the café of Europe.”
“Paris is the fountain-head of European civilisation, as Gomukhi is of the Ganga.”
Source: The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda
“Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.”
Source: The Shadow Of The Wind
“Paris is the only place where I feel that I lead a life that I can call my own.”
“Paris is the playwright's delight. New York is the home of directors. London, however, is the actor's city, the only one in the world. In London, actors are given their head.”
“Paris is where my family are, but it's not really home now because I have dear friends in London and dear friends in New York.”
“Paris isn't a city, it's a world.”
“Paris ist nicht die Stadt der Liebe", begann sie.
"Paris ist laut & wild & hektisch. Paris ist dramatisch & abenteuerlich.”
Source: Wanderherzen
“Paris may be expensive but I love it. It's the one place to spend money and enjoy.”
“Paris must either not fall into the hands of the enemy or the enemy must find it only a wasteland.”
“Paris? Psh, lame. I'd take my babe on horseback through the mountains up to the falls. Then we'd have a picnic on top of the waterfalls. She'll be so overwhelmed by my romantic side that she'll swoon into my arms and-"
" Die because she ate something you made.”
Source: Interview with a Hex Boy
“Paris rubbed his forehead against his, running his hands through Roan‘s hair, and said, 'How about we come back here
and exchange notes once we‘re done with the interviews? Take a long lunch.'
'Only exchange notes?'
'No one said we can‘t exchange notes in bed.”
Source: Bloodlines
“Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.”
“Paris
The Seine dresses in light black,
Mimicking the dark grey of the sky,
And so, I drown my ink into it.
Each poem becomes art,
Reflecting and dancing
Around my hands with care.
The notes the river shares
Become a painting that inspires
All the great artists housed in its museums.
Still, I vow and pray by its sight —
Yet I dare not claim to be an artist
As great as the one in sight.
In Paris.”
Source: The Willow Song
“Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself.”
Source: The Marriage Plot: A Novel
“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets - as vast and indestructible as nature itself.”
Source: The Vampire Chronicles Collection: Interview with the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, The Queen of the Damned
“Paris was darker than London: it was a city lit in blinks and flickers. And it was Fabergé egg beautiful, she thought. It was magic carpet stuff.”
Source: Rooftoppers
“Paris was gnawing on my existence.”
Source: Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I
“Paris was incredible. Everything about it for me, from spending hours eating, drinking and talking to walking through the streets...at that time I hadn't seen that sort of political passion in the youth, and I got to experience that first hand.”
“Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig!”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)
“Paris with its multitude of art directions calls continuously to the deepest penetration and recognition of your inner essence. Only in this way it is possible to create work that refers the time span.”
“Paris, hours in the café, a certain spirit of rebellion, one side a bit too stubborn, the sea, the true, in Bretagne, the walking in Provence, the taste, the passion for literature, the libraries, the beautiful editions, remaking the world in a set of hours around a table and a bottle of wine. Talking without really saying nothing, just for the pleasure of talking. The museums, the theatres, the elegance, the delicacy, the heritage of the Illustration, a humanistic philosophy. The balance we got between a nordic rigor and a latin savoir-vivre, the insolence and the freedom.”
“Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”
Source: Keeping a Rendezvous
“Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.”
“Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.”
Source: Paris to the Moon
“Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.”
Source: The Darkest Seduction
“Paris, though it's a very famous city, it's very small, so people always tell themselves, "We're gonna love each other in Paris."”
“Paris, true to its promise, had been a place of civilized indecencies, or uncivil decencies.”
Source: Sapogonia: An Anti-romance in 3/8 Meter
“Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.”
“Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendor. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety. Sink of iniquity.”
“Paris... is a world meant for the walker alone, for only the pace of strolling can take in all the rich (if muted) detail.”
Source: The Flaneur
“Paris: city of encounters, of furtive and painful discoveries. All isms converge there, including the anti-isms, all the revolutionaries too, including the counterrevolutionaries .”
Source: The Testament: A novel
“Parish me no parishes.”
Source: The Old Wives Tale
“Parisian Endings
Endings share a bond between right and wrong,
Upon every poet who dares to cross a line.
The Parisian sky glows light with blue and orange,
Each hill a line of fortune, unique to every soul.
Words cross the heart I call cœur,
And dawn in the same eternal hues behind her.
By noon, I become the city itself,
Only to return as her passenger,
By walking far enough to lose her.”
Source: The Willow Song
“Parisian men make love all day and have no time to work; American men work all day and have no time for love.”
“Parisians are so besotted, so silly and so naturally inept that a street player, a seller of indulgences, a mule with its cymbals,a fiddler in the middle of a crossroads, will draw more people than would a good Evangelist preacher.”
“Parisians take their work quite seriously, but they take their enjoyment of the little moments just as seriously. Sometimes sitting in a café with close friends or family and enjoying a shared plate of macarons is just as important as sitting in an office working. You know, some Parisians start their morning with a mug of hot chocolate.
Really? Emilia asked, taking a fourth and fifth sip.
The chocolate is like medicine to take away your troubles and help you see that life is sweet.”
Source: Paris!
“Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.”
Source: British Bulldog
“Parity is for farmers.”
“Pariva was a small village, unimportant enough that it rarely appeared on any maps of Esperia. Bordered by mountains and sea, it seemed untouched by time. The school looked the same as she remembered; so did the market and Mangia Road---a block of eating establishments that included the locally famous Belmagio bakery---and cypress and laurel and pine trees still surrounded the local square, where the villagers came out to gossip or play chess or even sing together.
Had it really been forty years since she had returned? It seemed like only yesterday that she'd strolled down Pariva's narrow streets, carrying a sack of pine nuts to her parents' bakery or stopping by the docks to watch the fishing boats sail across the glittering sea.
Back then, she'd been a daughter, a sister, a friend. A mere slip of a young woman. Home had been a humble two-storied house on Constanza Street, with a door as yellow as daffodils and cobblestoned stairs that led into a small courtyard in the back. Her father had kept a garden of herbs; he was always frustrated by how the mint grew wild when what he truly wanted to grow was basil.
The herbs went into the bread that her parents sold at their bakery. Papa crafted the savory loaves and Mamma the sweet ones, along with almond cakes drizzled with lemon glaze, chocolate biscuits with hazelnut pralines, and her famous cinnamon cookies. The magic the Blue Fairy had grown up with was sugar shimmering on her fingertips and flour dusting her hair like snow. It was her older brother, Niccolo, coaxing their finicky oven into working again, and Mamma listening for the crackle of a golden-brown crust just before her bread sang. It was her little sister Ilaria's tongue turning green after she ate too many pistachio cakes. Most of all, magic was the smile on Mamma's, Papa's, Niccolo's, and Ilaria's faces when they brought home the bakery's leftover chocolate cake and sank their forks into a sumptuous, moist slice.
After dinner, the Blue Fairy and her siblings made music together in the Blue Room. Its walls were bluer than the midsummer sky, and the windows arched like rainbows. It'd been her favorite room in the house.”
Source: When You Wish Upon a Star