France Paris Quotes

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 last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

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

Coming [to Paris] has been a wonderful experience, surprising in many respects, one of them being to find how much of an American I am.

Good talkers are only found in Paris.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.

The whole of Paris is a vast university of Art, Literature and Music... it is worth anyone's while to dally here for years. Paris is a seminar, a post-graduate course in everything.

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.

There are only two places in the world: over here and over there.

Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.

It is perfectly possible to be enamoured of Paris while remaining totally indifferent or even hostile to the French.

Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.

I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

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

When Paris sneezes, Europe catches a cold.

A final reminder. Whenever you are in Paris at twilight in the early summer, return to the Seine and watch the evening sky close slowly on a last strand of daylight fading quietly, like a sigh.

What an immense impression Paris made upon me. It is the most extraordinary place in the world!

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

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

The first thing that strikes a visitor to Paris is a taxi.

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.

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 toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

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.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

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

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris.

It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris. Paris is simply an artificial stage, a revolving stage that permits the spectator to glimpse all phases of the conflict. Of itself Paris initiates no dramas. They are begun elsewhere. Paris is simply an obstetrical instrument that tears the living embryo from the womb and puts it in the incubator.