Best Paris At Night Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“The acknowledgement of a single possibility can change everything.”

Source: Splendid Literarium: A Treasury of Stories, Aphorisms, Poems, and Essays

“The hours tick by as I lie in bed. Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Lonely. My heart grips as the word crosses my mind. So many different feelings come with the word, not just loneliness. The word went beyond its definition. Loneliness has a deeper meaning to those who truly know what it means to be alone.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore. Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask. I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free. Help! I can't break free! I open my mouth to scream.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Night has settled over Paris. The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.” I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.” He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.” I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor,” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand. He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.” “I haven’t been hostile,” I object. His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?” “Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door. “Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me. “That was totally not hostile!” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't breathe!”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall. Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can. "Hey! Wait!" he calls after me. I don't stop.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“The boy took my sketchbook.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“তিনটি ভেঁপুর রহস্য সমতলভূমিতে এক ভেঁপু শ্বাস না ফুরোনো অব্দি বাজানো আরেকটা, জঙ্গলের হৃদয় থেকে, জবাব দেয় ; একটা নিজের গানের মন্ত্র পাশের বনানীকে শোনায়, অন্যটা জবাবি গান শোনায় প্রতিধ্বনির পাহাড়গুলোকে । যে ভেঁপু সমতলভূমিতে নিজের কপালের শিরাকে অনুভব করলো ফুলে রয়েছে ; বনানীতে অন্যজন নিজের ক্ষমতাকে সঞ্চয় করে রাখলো পরে কোনো সময়ের জন্য । ---কোথায় লুকিয়ে আছো, আমার সুন্দর ভেঁপু ? তুমি সত্যিই বজ্জাত ! ---আমি আমার প্রেমিকাকে খুঁজছি, নীচে ওইখানে, আমাকে ডাকছে সূর্যাস্ত দেখার জন্য । ---আমি তোমায় শুনতে পাচ্ছি ! আমি তোমায় ভালোবাসি ! হে রঁসেভু পর্বতমালা ! ---প্রেমে পড়া, হ্যাঁ, বেশ মিষ্টি ব্যাপার ; কিন্তু দ্যাখো : সূর্য তো নিজেকে মেরে ফেলছে, ঠিক তোমার সামনে ! সূর্য ওর যাজকীয় উত্তরীয় নামিয়ে রাখছে, চুল খুলে ফেলেছে, আর হাজার নদী জ্বলন্ত সোনা আকাশের তলা দিয়ে বইছে, জাগিয়ে তুলছে জানলাগুলোকে শৈল্পিক মদ-বিক্রেতাদের একশো বোতল বিদেশি গন্ধকবিষে!... আর পুকুরটা, রক্তরঙা, হঠাৎ খুলে গেছে, ছড়িয়ে দিয়েছে, আর সূর্যের রথের ঘোটকিগুলো তাতে ডুবছে, পেছনের পায়ে ভর দিয়ে দাঁড়াচ্ছে, জলে খেলছে, শেষে স্হির হয়েছে কারখানাগুলোর ছাই আর সুরাসারের কাদায় !... দিগন্তের কঠিন বালিয়াড়ি আর কাঠের স্ফূলিঙ্গ দ্রুত শুষে ফেলছে বিষের প্রদর্শনী । হ্যাঁ ঠিক তাই, ওনাদের শৌর্যের গান গান গান !... হঠাৎ আতঙ্কিত ভেঁপুগুলো নাকে নাক ঠেকানো অবস্হায় নিজেদের আবিষ্কার করে ; ওরা তিনজন ! বাতাস বইতে থাকে, হঠাৎই ঠাণ্ডা লাগে । তুমি কি গান শুনতে পাচ্ছো, ওনাদের শৌর্যের গান ! হাতে হাত জড়িয়ে সবাই চলে যাচ্ছে তাদের বাড়িতে ফিরছে, ---”আমরা কি কোথাও বিশ্রাম নিতে পারি না একটি গলা ভেজাবার জন্য ?” বেচারা ভেঁপু ! বেচারা ভেঁপু ! কতো তিক্ত হয়ে উঠলো ওদের হাসি । ( আমি এখনও শুনতে পাচ্ছি )। পরের দিন, গ্রঁ-স-য়ুবার-এর বাড়িউলি ওদের খুঁজে পেলেন, তিনজনকেই, মৃত । তাই কয়েকজন গিয়ে কর্তৃপক্ষকে নিয়ে এলো যাঁরা সেই অঞ্চলের যাঁরা এদের ইতিহাস খুঁজতে লাগলেন এই অনৈতিক রহস্য জানার জন্য ।”

Love Death Paris Horns Paris At Night

Author:Jules Lafourge