Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things...

The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could...

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....

Which clothes store, Tess? If you haven’t noticed, there are about a million.

Dio quanto è bella” pensò l’uomo avvicinandosi alla giovane che aveva lasciato due mesi prima. Vedere quegli occhi, quei lunghi capelli corvini legati in una treccia come ricordava di averli visti quella prima sera insieme...

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.Nothing is more sublime.

She throws her jeans at me and dives into the pellucid lake, slicing through the water almost without a splash. A church bell rings out in the distance, echoing in the quiet aftermath of Everly’s...

…was an elegant woman in a city of so many thousands of elegant women…

When I look back now, it must have been like Paris was at the time of Le Sacre du Printemps.

It’s pronounced wee but spelled O-U-I. It’s all you’ll want to say when you’re sitting at one of the thousands of little cafes that line the streets and you’re looking at a menu full of...

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness...

You’re going to have to settle on one eventually. Why not save us both the hassle, close your eyes and point. Whoever you’re pointing at will be our winner.” “I’ve played that game once before....

Have you ever been to Paris before?” I asked Kylian.”No, though from what I’ve seen, I’m sure it’s worth a trip. And even with what little I saw I think it’s quite fitting for you...

In French culture, the best way of buying time or getting off the hook entirely in a thorny personal situation is to claim that it’s complicated. The French did not invent love, but they did...

I was supposed to stay for 3 months. But I think I always knew I would stay a little longer, despite the crazy Frenchies. Or maybe because of them.

The wrought-iron gate squeaked as Lucas opened it. He lowered the rented bike down the stone steps and onto the sidewalk. To his right was the most famous Globe Hotel in Paris, disguised under another...

O bid me mount and sail up thereAmid the cloudy wrack,For Peg and Meg and Paris’ loveThat had so straight a back,Are gone away, and some that stayHave changed their silk for sack.

Paris shook his head.”Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

It is impossible for a Parisian to resist the desire to flick through the old volumes laid out by a bookseller.[Il est impossible, pour un Parisien, de résister au désir de feuilleter de vieux ouvrages...

We were in Paris. We were in love. We were with other people at the time and wouldn’t even meet for two years.

They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.

A alma de uma grande cidade não se deixa apreender facilmente; é preciso, para se comunicar com ela, termo-nos aborrecido, termos de algum modo sofrido nos lugares que a circunscrevem.

Of course the people in the metro didn’t see a thing!…what a joke! petrified ratlets! but they’ll still come out to refute me! make claims!…that nothing got bombed!…squished! powdered! that the firmament was calm, and...

Il ne faut pas comprendre, il faut voir. Paris vous guérira. PARIS VOUS GUÉRIRA DU PASSÉ !

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

Picasso created blank spaces through which an imagination could fly.

For a painter, the Mecca of the world, for study, for inspiration and for living is here on this star called Paris. Just look at it, no wonder so many artists have come here and...

Goddammit! How does the world keep spinning with women on the planet?”Ian St. John in THE POMPEII SCROLL

As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.

The street sprinkler went past and, as its rasping rotary broom spread water over the tarmac, half the pavement looked as if it had been painted with a dark stain. A big yellow dog had...

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...

Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

If the king had given me for my ownParis, his citadel,And I for that must leave aloneHer whom I love so well,I’d say then to the CrownTake back your glittering townMy darling is more fair,...

If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.

Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.

Se pasó todo el trayecto pensativo, contemplando la noche por la ventanilla…Se había enamorado.

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...

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...

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...

No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine.

I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.

How can you be kissing at a time like this? Have you no respect for the dead?

You can’t ever get too much of Paris.

‘Stop! It is here the Empire of Death.

The mind, stretched to new dimensions by images, thoughts and ideas, can never return to its former shape.

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...

Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.

I’ve lived in Jacksonville for—not sure, I get Jacksonville and Paris mixed up. I’ve never been to Paris.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.