Paris quotes

Mieux vaut être un authentique Américain qu’un faux Français. — Frederic D. Crowninshield

Mon Dieu, plutôt que d’aller au paradis, je préférais aller en Europe. — William Merritt Chase, painter

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise. — Henry Miller

Every time I look down on this timeless town,
 whether blue or gray be her skies,
 whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears,
 more and more do I realize that…I love Paris. – Ella Fitzgerald

« The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant ». -T.S. Eliot

Avec des si et des mais, on mettrait Paris dans une bouteille. – Dicton
If ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no work for tinkers’ hands. – Proverb

A Paris tout le monde veut être acteur; personne ne se résigne à être spectateur. — Jean Cocteau « Le Coq et l’Arlequin »

Paris fait plus que la loi, il fait la mode. — Victor Hugo, « Les Misérables »

Nous aurons toujours Paris… — Humphrey Bogart dans « Casablanca »

Everything culture has an attitude towards nature. I think the French feel that you  have to fit into nature and control it, but live along with it. You cannot violate it without paying for it. It is not necessarily hostile, but you have to be careful to keep nature civilized. –  Laurence Wylie in Contemporary French Culture and Society, 1981

JeanneOf the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die here. –  Attributed to Joan of Arc

“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other,” he wrote. “Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.” — Ernest Hemingway

« A vingt ans, la Parisienne est adorable ; à trente ans, irrésistible ; à quarante, charmante. Après quarante ans ? Jamais une Parisienne ne dépasse quarante ans.  »
de André Maurois

Paris est la ville où les caniveaux sont les plus propres du monde parce que les chiens les respectent. 
– Alain Schifres


John Lennon by Nate Vanden Bos

Listen, the snow is falling over town… between Tokyo and Paris, between London and Dallas, between your God and mine. Listen, the snow is falling everywhere… –John Lennon, Listen, the Snow is Falling

Tout homme a deux pays, le sien et puis la France! — Henri de Bornier

Conduire dans Paris, c’est une question de vocabulaire. — Michel Audiard

L’Europe se rapproche de l’Amérique d’un centimètre par siècle. Pourtant le prix de la traversée reste le même. — François Cavanna

I could spend my whole life watching the Seine flow by. It is a poem of Paris. — Blaise Cendrars

An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
– Friedrich Nietzsche

Paris is always a good idea.
– Audrey Hepburn


Mark Twain by Nate VandenBos

…anywhere is better than Paris. Paris the cold, Paris the drizzly, Paris the rainy, Paris the damnable. More than a hundred years ago somebody asked Quin, « Did you ever see such a winter in all your life before? » « Yes, » said he, « Last summer. » I judge he spent his summer in Paris. Let us change the proverb; Let us say all bad Americans go to Paris when they die. No, let us not say it for this adds a new horror to Immortality. – Mark Twain’s letter to Lucius Fairchild, 28 April 1880

In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language. – The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain

Trivial Americans go to Paris when they die.
- Mark Twain

“A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and jeffersonin the point of Life.”

“I am savage enough to prefer the woods, the wilds, and the independence of Monticello, to all the brilliant pleasures of this gay capital [Paris].

“France is every man’s second country”.
― Thomas Jefferson

“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”
― Stephen Fry, The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within

J’ai deux amours…..Mon pays et Paris.
(I have two loves…..my country and Paris.)

I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely. — Josephine Baker

« To inhale Paris preserves the soul. » – Victor Hugo, ‘Les Misérables’

You can’t escape the past in Paris, and yet what’s so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn’t seem to burden. – Allen Ginsberg

This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest.  It’s the damp chestnut trees.- Audrey Hepburn as Sabrina

Ajoutez deux lettres à Paris : c’est le paradis. – Jules Renard

Le vrai parisien n’aime pas Paris, mais il ne peut vivre ailleurs. – Alphonse Karr

That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me. – Adriana in Midnight in Paris

À Paris dans chaque faubourg
Le soleil de chaque journée
Fait en quelques destinées
Eclore un rêve d’amour.
Parmi la foule un amour se pose
Sur une âme de vingt ans.
Pour elle tout se métamorphose
Tous est couleur de printemps.
À Paris quand le jour se lève
À Paris dans chaque faubourg
À vingt ans on fait des rêves
Tout est couleur d’amour


Georges Brassens by Nate Vandenbos

À Paris dans chaque faubourg
Quand la nuit rêveuse est venue
À toute heure une âme émue
Évoque un rêve d’amour.
Des jours heureux il ne reste trace
Tout est couleur de la nuit.
Mais a vingt ans l’avenir efface
Le passé quand l’espoir luit
À Paris dès la nuit venue
À Paris dans chaque faubourg
À toute heure une âme émue
Rêve encore à l’amour.

– Chanson de George Brassens
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