Montmartre 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.

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.

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

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 know Paris is to know a great deal.

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

[On Paris:] I do not know any city so beautiful and you can be unhappy there and notice your unhappiness less, having the city to look at.

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.

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

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

Ever since I visited Paris when I was younger, the sappy side of me really wanted to write a song about it someday.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

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.

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.

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

Paris... is a world meant for the walker alone, for only the pace of strolling can take in all the rich (if muted) detail.

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

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

Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself.

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