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205112d They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE! france paris Stephanie Perkins
2ba03df Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub. london paris Jack Kerouac
9d8d646 The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together. people hemingway cafes paris Ernest Hemingway
96ed8fd "In Paris the cashiers sit rather than stand. They run your goods over a scanner, tally up the price, and then ask you for exact change. The story they give is that there aren't enough euros to go around. "The entire EU is short on coins." And I say, "Really?" because there are plenty of them in Germany. I'm never asked for exact change in Spain or Holland or Italy, so I think the real problem lies with the Parisian cashiers, who are, in a word, lazy. Here in Tokyo they're not just hard working but almost violently cheerful. Down at the Peacock, the change flows like tap water. The women behind the registers bow to you, and I don't mean that they lower their heads a little, the way you might if passing someone on the street. These cashiers press their hands together and bend from the waist. Then they say what sounds to me like "We, the people of this store, worship you as we might a god." euros tokyo hospitality japan cashiers europe paris David Sedaris
b912d75 Well,' I said, 'Paris is old, is many centuries. You feel, in Paris, all the time gone by. That isn't what you feel in New York -- 'He was smiling. I stopped. 'What do you feel in New York?' he asked. 'Perhaps you feel,' I told him, 'all the time to come. There's such power there, everything is in such movement. You can't help wondering--I can't help wondering--what it will all be like-- many years from now. paris James Baldwin
ac93f57 Planning is for the world's great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency. money detroit urban-planning design london paris rome Jeffrey Eugenides
4cf087c Il etait tard; ainsi qu'une medaille neuve La pleine lune s'etalait, Et la solennite de la nuit, comme un fleuve Sur Paris dormant ruisselait. poetry night paris Charles Baudelaire
6ced3c2 "The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance." "Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "But--" "But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world." romantic paris Stephanie Perkins
07fef45 Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it and wrote to raise awareness of its glorious history. And, by golly, did it work! Parisians campaigned to save it, and the building was repaired and polished to the pristine state you find today. the-hunchback-of-notre-dame paris victor-hugo Stephanie Perkins
c3ec2c6 Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again in imagination the Paris of the fifteenth century; look at the light through that surprising host of steeples, towers, and belfries; pour forth amid the immense city, break against the points of its islands, compress within the arches of the bridges, the current of the Seine, with its large patches of green and yellow, more changeable than a serpent's skin; define clearly the Gothic profile of this old Paris upon an horizon of azure, make its contour float in a wintry fog which clings to its innumerable chimneys; drown it in deep night, and observe the extraordinary play of darkness and light in this sombre labyrinth of buildings; throw into it a ray of moonlight, which shall show its faint outline and cause the huge heads of the towers to stand forth from amid the mist; or revert to that dark picture, touch up with shade the thousand acute angles of the spires and gables, and make them stand out, more jagged than a shark's jaw, upon the copper-coloured sky of evening. Now compare the two. scenery houses description paris Victor Hugo
4c570f6 If you ask the great city, 'Who is this person?,' she will answer, 'He is my child. paris Victor Hugo
bce2826 God manifests himself to us in the first degree through the life of the universe, and in the second degree through the thought of man. The second manifestation is not less holy than the first. The first is named Nature, the second is named Art. inspirational-success-failure victor capital-punishment paris Victor Hugo
9ecc1b8 If I walked down by different streets to the Jardin du Luxembourg in the afternoon I could walk through the gardens and then go to the Musee du Luxembourg where the great paintings were that have now mostly been transferred to the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume. I went there nearly every day for the Cezannes and to see the Manets and the Monets and the other Impressionists that I had first come to know about in the Art Institute at Chicago. I was learning something from the painting of Cezanne that made writing simple true sentences far from enough to make the stories have the dimensions that I was trying to put in them. I was learning very much from him but I was not articulate enough to explain it to anyone. Besides it was a secret. But if the light was gone in the Luxembourg I would walk up through the gardens and stop in at the studio apartment where Gertrude Stein lived at 27 rue de Fleurus. museums ernest-hemingway france paris Ernest Hemingway
75922a4 In a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. poor paris Ernest Hemingway
8f9627b "Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it." ( )" paris Marguerite Duras
63f3b4e [H]e could see the island of Manhattan off to the left. The towers were jammed together so tightly, he could feel the mass and stupendous weight.Just think of the millions, from all over the globe, who yearned to be on that island, in those towers, in those narrow streets! There it was, the Rome, the Paris, the London of the twentieth century, the city of ambition, the dense magnetic rock, the irresistible destination of all those who insist on being where things are happening-and he was among the victors! dreams buildings density towers victor skyscrapers island manhattan new-york-city power paris rome new-york Tom Wolfe
c0af26a He was fine; he, that orphan that foundling that outcast; he felt himself august and strong; he looked full in the face that society from which he was banished, and into which he had so powerfully intervened; that human justice from which he had snatched its prey; all those tigers whose jaws perforce remained empty; those myrmidons, those judges, those executioners, all that royal power which he, poor, insignificant being, had foiled with the power of God. notre-dame the-hunchback-of-notre-dame hunchback-of-notre-dame paris victor-hugo Victor Hugo
179962a To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul. les-misérables paris Victor Hugo
a02bb58 "I don't think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do. But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")" murder paris William S. Wilson
01c4700 Paris, viewed from the towers of Notre Dame in the cool dawn of a summer morning, is a delectable and a magnificent sight; and the Paris of that period must have been eminently so. paris Victor Hugo
2d14976 --En Paris, es comun reconocer a alguien atractivo. El frances no desvia la mirada como otras culturas lo hacen. ?No te habias dado cuenta? St. Clair piensa que soy atractiva. Me llamo hermosa. --Creeme, no quieres dormir en mi cama. Me estoy tele transportando a Atlanta. Te estoy recogiendo, e iremos a algun lugar donde nuestras familias no nos encuentren. Nos llevaremos a Seany. Y le dejaremos correr todo lo que quiera hasta que se canse, y luego tu y yo tomaremos una larga caminata. Como Accion de Gracias. ?Recuerdas? Y hablaremos sobre todo EXCEPTO sobre nuestros padres... O tal vez ni siquiera hablaremos. Simplemente caminaremos. Y seguiremos caminando hasta que el resto del mundo deje de existir. --Anna. --Etienne habla lentamente--. No me hiciste hacer algo que no queria hacer. Mi cara se calienta mientras el conocimiento estalla dentro de mi como dinamita. Le gusto. En verdad le gusto a Etienne. --Si me pides que te bese, lo hare. --Dice. Sus dedos aprietan mis munecas, y me enciendo en llamas. --Besame. --Digo. Lo hace. --La enganaba todos los dias. En mi mente, pensaba en ti en formas que no podia, una y otra vez. Ella no era nada comparada contigo. Nunca antes me he sentido de esta forma por nadie. --Eres la chica mas increible que he conocido. Eres hermosa e inteligente, y me haces reir como nadie mas puede. Y puedo hablar contigo. Y se que despues de todo esto no te merezco, pero lo que estoy tratando de decir es que te amo, Anna. Mucho. --?Por favor dirias que me amas? Me estoy muriendo aqui. city-of-lights etienne-st-clair paris Stephanie Perkins
1084ebc "For example, in Paris, if one desires to buy something, you enter the store and say "Good morning, sir" or "madam," depending on what is appropriate, you wait until you are greeted, you make polite chitchat about the weather or some such, and when the salesperson asks what they can do for you, then and only then do you bring up the vulgar business of the transaction you require." manners paris Craig Ferguson
19648b7 The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty is hard on. poverty work chapter-5 the-writing-life paris Ernest Hemingway
caf1c14 Parisians take their work quite seriously, but they take their enjoyment of the little moments just as seriously. Sometimes sitting in a cafe 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. paris Giada De Laurentiis
34a1078 My wife and I had called on Miss Stein, and she and the friend who lived with her had been very cordial and friendly and we had loved the big studio with the great paintings. I t was like one of the best rooms in the finest museum except there was a big fireplace and it was warm and comfortable and they gave you good things to eat and tea and natural distilled liqueurs made from purple plums, yellow plums or wild raspberries. Miss Stein was very big but not tall and was heavily built like a peasant woman. She had beautiful eyes and a strong German-Jewish face that also could have been Friulano and she reminded me of a northern I talian peasant woman with her clothes, her mobile face and her lovely, thick, alive immigrant hair which she wore put up in the same way she had probably worn it in college. She talked all the time and at first it was about people and places. Her companion had a very pleasant voice, was small, very dark, with her hair cut like Joan of Arc in the Boutet de Monvel illustrations and had a very hooked nose. She was working on a piece of needlepoint when we first met them and she worked on this and saw to the food and drink and talked to my wife. She made one conversation and listened to two and often interrupted the one she was not making. Afterwards she explained to me that she always talked to the wives. The wives, my wife and I felt, were tolerated. But we liked Miss Stein and her friend, although the friend was frightening. The paintings and the cakes and the eau-de-vie were truly wonderful. They seemed to like us too and treated us as though we were very good, well-mannered and promising children and I felt that they forgave us for being in love and being married - time would fix that - and when my wife invited them to tea, they accepted. gertrude-stein france paris Ernest Hemingway
c854d27 We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and th spectacle we presented, two grown men, jostling each other on the wide sidewalk, and aiming the cherry-pips, as though they were spitballs, into each other's facesm must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seemed more beautiful than he was that afternoon. And, watching his face, I realized that it meant much to me that I could make his face so bright. I saw that I might be willing to give a great deal not to lose that power. And I felt myself flow toward him, as a river rushes when the ice breaks up. lovers love paris James Baldwin
2160d89 "Religion, a mediaeval form of unreason, when combined with modern weaponry becomes a real threat to our freedoms. This religious totalitarianism has caused a deadly mutation in the heart of Islam and we see the tragic consequences in Paris today. I stand with Charlie Hebdo, as we all must, to defend the art of satire, which has always been a force for liberty and against tyranny, dishonesty and stupidity. 'Respect for religion' has become a code phrase meaning 'fear of religion.' Religions, like all other ideas, deserve criticism, satire, and, yes, our fearless disrespect." [ criticism freedom hebdo freedom-of-expression totalitarianism terrorism orthodoxy satire islam free-speech paris Salman Rushdie
0c1df66 For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there. paris luck Ernest Hemingway
eb5b7a6 I'd love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I'd want to be covered in drops of candle wax and breadcrumbs and rings from the bottom of wineglasses. I would never be lonely, and I would always serve a good purpose. young-adult travel travel-quotes young-adult-series young-adult-romance travel-writing young-adult-fiction france paris parisians Maureen Johnson
b48732b Certainly there were places of greater natural beauty--but Paris but UNNATURAL beauty, which was arguably better.' - The Runaway Queen (The Bane Chronicles, 2) by Cassandra Clare and Maureen Johnson maureen-johnson natural-beauty the-runaway-queen unnatural-beauty the-bane-chronicles magnus-bane cassandra-clare paris Cassandra Clare
a0095cc It's a great city, Paris, a beautiful city--and--it was very good for me. city-of-light cosmopolitan-cities paris-attacks france paris James Baldwin
52501b6 The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right down there, win the square before them. through a dinky little entrance, were the Roman ruins like honeycomb. The trains went under the river. There were tunnels people had forgotten about. It was a wonder Paris stood up at all. The bit you saw was only half of it. Her skin burned, thinking of it. The Hunchback knew. Up here in the tower of Notre Dame he saw how it was. Now and then, with the bells rattling his bones, he saw it like God saw it -- inside, outside, above and under -- just for a moment. The rest of the time he went back to hurting and waiting like Scully out there crying in the wind. hunchback-of-notre-dame tour view perspective hidden paris Tim Winton
60ca2eb He was a Parisian,' he said. 'You can never be sure what Parisians believe in - beyond Paris of course. humour paris Ben Aaronovitch
2c31d73 Kilmartin wrote a highly amusing and illuminating account of his experience as a Proust revisionist, which appeared in the first issue of Ben Sonnenberg's quarterly in the autumn of 1981. The essay opened with a kind of encouragement: 'There used to be a story that discerning Frenchmen preferred to read Marcel Proust in English on the grounds that the prose of was deeply un-French and heavily influenced by English writers such as Ruskin.' I cling to this even though Kilmartin thought it to be ridiculous Parisian snobbery; I shall never be able to read Proust in French, and one's opportunities for outfacing Gallic self-regard are relatively scarce. ben-sonnenberg essays french-people grand-street-magazine in-search-of-lost-time john-ruskin marcel-proust revisionism snobbery terence-kilmartin english french paris Christopher Hitchens
72ccbf5 Tis true what Hemingway says--if we're lucky enough to live our dreams in youth, as Ernest Hemingway did in 1920's Paris and I did with the Beat poets, then youth's dreams become a moveable feast you take wherever you go--youthful love remains the repast plentiful; exquisite, substantive and good. You can live on happy memories. Eat of them forever. literature friendship kerouac hemingway paris Alison Winfield Burns
9695023 Hem, you know I don't think that owner's wife where you live likes me. She wouldn't let me wait upstairs for you.' 'I'll tell her,' I said. 'Don't bother. I can always wait here. It's very pleasant in the sun now, isn't it?' 'It's fall now,' I said. 'I don't think you dress warmly enough.' 'It's only cool in the evening,' Evan said. 'I'll wear my coat.' 'Do you know where it is?' 'No. But it's somewhere safe.' 'How do you know?' 'Because I left the poem in it. paris Ernest Hemingway
f18c959 The blue-backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful) the marble-topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all you needed. For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there. hemingway paris Ernest Hemingway
268d9a1 ...was an elegant woman in a city of so many thousands of elegant women... paris Ann Patchett
b5c396d "I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: "Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to 'Point zero of the roads of France.' In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured." St. Clair clears his throat. "It's the beginning of everything." I look back up. He's smiling. "Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come." love paris Stephanie Perkins
a760994 Let's just go in and enjoy ourselves,' Yvonne had said after a long moment when the Hitchens family had silently reviewed the menu--actually of the prices not the courses--outside a restaurant on our first and only visit to Paris. I knew at once that the odds against enjoyment had shortened (or is it lengthened? I never remember). family odds menus price restaurants paris Christopher Hitchens
da8c009 "Snapped abruptly to a realization of how rudely I had been staring, I blushed and said without thinking, "I was just wondering if you've ever been kissed by a beautiful young girl?" I went still redder as he shouted with laughter. With a broad grin, he said "Many times, madonna. But alas, it does not help. As you see. Ribbit." -- master-raymond the-frog diana-gabaldon paris Diana Gabaldon
69150a8 They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest wolves paris Paula McLain
cf36739 "On a Parisienne's Bookshelf THERE ARE MANY BOOKS ON A PARISIENNE'S BOOKSHELF: The books you so often claim you've read that you actually believe you have. The books you read in school from which you remember only the main character's name. The art books your parents give you each Christmas so you can get some "culture". The art books that you bought yourself and which you really love. The books that you've been promising yourself you'll read next summer ... for the past ten years. The books you bought only because you liked the title. The books that you think makes you cool. The books you read over and over again, and that evolve along with your life. The books that remind you of someone you loved. The books you keep for your children, just in case you ever have any. The books whose first ten pages you've read so many times you know them by heart. The books you own simply because you must and, taken together, form intangible proof that you are well read. AND THEN THERE ARE THE BOOKS YOU HAVE READ, LOVED, AND WHICH ARE A PART OF YOUR IDENTITY: The Stranger, Albert Camus The Elementary Particles, Michel Houellebecq Belle du Seigneur, Albert Cohen Bonjour Tristesse, Francoise Sagan Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert L'Ecume des jours, Boris Vian Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov Les Fleurs du Mal, Charles Baudelaire Journey to the End of the Night, Louis-Ferdinand Celine bookshelves paris parisians Caroline de Maigret
6c2ac24 Lend your ear then to this tutti of steeples; diffuse over the whole the buzz of half a million of human beings, the eternal murmur of the river, the infinite piping of the wind, the grave and distant quartet of the four forests placed like immense organs on the four hills of the horizon; soften down, as with a demi-tint, all that is too shrill and too harsh in the central mass of sound, and say if you know any thing in the world more rich, more gladdening, more dazzling than that tumult of bells; than that furnace of music; than those ten thousand brazen tones breathed all at once from flutes of stone three hundred feet high; than that city which is but one orchestra; than that symphony rushing and roaring like a tempest. music sound paris Victor Hugo
370146b ...we can't just follow Paris for the sake of Paris. paris Elizabeth Gilbert
8c9bac6 I stared at absurd Paris, which was as cluttered now, under the scalding sun, as the landscape of my heart. heart giovanni-s-room james-baldwin paris James Baldwin
64fe68c If you feel joy when you do something unselfish for him, and would just as soon do it in secret as openly, then that rings of the true metal joy life love lisette-s-list susan-vreeland nun painting france paris Susan Vreeland
5b0696d Estaban no cerne da situacion mais vulgar, mais estupida do mundo. Pero por mais que sabian que era vulgar e estupida, asi e todo estaban ali: a oposicion entre o traballo e a liberdade, oiran dicir, xa ia boa que deixara de constituir un concepto rigoroso; e sen embargo era o que mais os condicionaba. paris Georges Perec
7e8af6c "I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: 'Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to "Point zero of the roads of France." In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured.' St. Clair clears his throat. 'It's the beginning of everything.' I look back up. He's smiling. 'Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come." love paris Stephanie Perkins
f615b73 Life, oblivious to his grief, continued wwii lost-love paris Julie Orringer
8fcfca9 But what if it were heaven when she got there? paris Jean Rhys
ed2ace5 Pero nestes tempos e nestas latitudes, cada vez hai mais xente que non e rica nin pobre: sonan coa riqueza e poderian facerse ricos: e ai onde empezan as suas desgracias. capitalismo paris Georges Perec
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