595 Quotes About Paris

After all, we are going to Paris. Paris, the city with a name so light that to say it feels like little more than an exhalation. Warm breath on a cold window. A little foggy but mostly magic. Paris must not be overthought.

There was something about Paris that made you feel you could forget who you were.

Paris seemed to make good on the promise it made in every photograph of it she’d ever seen.

Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.

No one gets Paris after one visit. No one.

She never crosses the street where she's supposed to; she claims it's her rebellious side. People who wait in lines stress her out.

Paris. Paris. There is something silken and elegant about that word, something carefree, something made for a dance, something brilliant and festive, like champagne. Everything there is beautiful, gay, and a little drunk, and festooned with lace.

Marguerite had compiled a list of places she wanted to visit- this fromagerie in the sixth, this chocolatier, this home-goods store for hand-loomed linens, this wine shop, this purveyor of fennel-studded salami, which they ate on slender ficelles, this butcher for roasted bleu de Bresse.

There was a florist at the corner, closed for the night. I stopped in my tracks. Along with the heavy branches of lilacs and tangled stems of forsythia was a fluffy mound of tiny sleeping chicks- a living, breathing Easter basket. Paris continued to surprise me; instead of the slick consumerism of a twenty-first-century world capital, it was the little things, the living things, that made me smile.