Notre Dame Cathedral Quotes

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

Paris is a place where, for me, just walking down a street that I've never been down before is like going to a movie.

I love Paris, just to stay there and visit. Maybe I'll live there one day.

Paris ain't much of a town.

To know Paris is to know a great deal.

France is France and a grand place for Frenchman.

I'll be Parisian for life.

there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

I felt that Paris was illuminated by a splendor possessed by no other places.

This (Paris,France) wouldn't be a bad place, but it's full of Frenchmen.

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

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

Lise: Paris has ways of making people forget. Jerry: Paris? No, not this city. It's too real and too beautiful. It never lets you forget anything. It reaches in and opens you wide, and you stay that way.

Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.

I love France. France is a nice place.

I would love to go to Paris. I have to go to Paris. I would love to go there, that's like my dream.

I really, really want to go to Paris. I've never been.

Paris is my favorite place in the world. I've never been there, at all... But I wanna live there, even though I've never been.

The sights you can find here in Paris are second to none.

People think of Paris as the city of love or the city of light, but where you got love you got hate, where you got light you got darkness.

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.

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