Ella Fitzgerald Quotes

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

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.

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.

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

I like Paris. My problem is I don't like Parisians.

Paris, though it's a very famous city, it's very small, so people always tell themselves, "We're gonna love each other in Paris."

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

I always love going to Paris, and now I feel like I know it really well.

I love Paris for the million reasons that everybody loves the city. It's an incredibly romantic and beautiful place.

I'll be Parisian for life.

Paris is in my story. Nobody can take it away.

Paris has always seemed to me to be the only city in which one can live as one sees fit.

Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.

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

Paris: city of encounters, of furtive and painful discoveries. All isms converge there, including the anti-isms, all the revolutionaries too, including the counterrevolutionaries .

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

It's just fun to be in Paris.

I don't like Paris so much.