Paris Sky Quotes

#1. Overhead in the Paris sky
Two airplanes fought it out one day
And one of them was my whole youth
The other was my days to come

Guillaume Apollinaire

#2. Here the sky is wrapped in silk. The breathings of so many men and animals, and the smoke of your coal, and the fog, oh, it is too much. The Paris sky is perfect. A man must see clearly, to see something new.

John Pipkin

#3. I rarely get recognised. It's always a shock when someone notices me. I always think they must be confusing me with someone else.

Anna Kendrick

#4. I don't mind paying people more for something if we're getting more. But just to change a deal because you're greedy and you want more? No. I'm not gonna go along with that.

Vince McMahon

#5. Style ... is knowing who you are ...

Gore Vidal

#6. We're not arrogant, we just believe we're the best band in the world.

Noel Gallagher

#7. In a sort of slow flash, Henrietta had her first open view of Paris - watery sky, wet light, light water, frigid, dark-inky buildings, spans of bridges, trees. This open light gash across Paris faded at each end. It was not exactly raining.

Elisabeth Bowen

#8. The colors I choose there was to paint the first hotel, the Disneyland Hotel. Because of the cloudy sky we had in Paris, it had to be a particular kind of color who will fight those grey days. And also something you can see when you're driving up 'There it is! We're arriving!'

John Hench

#9. I like all of John Carpenter's movies. 'The Thing' is my favorite.

Rob Lowe

#10. I think we should stop using nuclear power plants because it's an old system that we can't control.

Hayao Miyazaki

#11. My miseries have always come out of my own flesh, never from any burden Jesus has laid on me.

Aiden Wilson Tozer

#12. Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

Victor Hugo

#13. I'm folding my emotions like a piece of paper - a tiny square, into a tiny square, into a tiny square. When they're folded up enough I can leave them in a corner of my mind somewhere, to be forgotten.

Tarryn Fisher

#14. You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Who's saved? Who's not?

Amy Tan

#15. I did all the work at the beginning up until the point where I couldn't handle the increasingly heavy art production burden alone. I needed, and got, assistance.

Joe Shuster

#16. He made eye contact but he kept it like casual observation, not a fixed stare. He held his arms at his sides, not only because it was less threatening, but they'd be able to fend off a blow. He cleared the doorway so he'd have an escape route.

Lisa Scottoline

#17. PIG, n. An animal ("Porcus omnivorus") closely allied to the human race by the splendor and vivacity of its appetite, which, however, is inferior in scope, for it sticks at pig.

Ambrose Bierce

#18. Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.

Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux

#19. I've found that since I've been playing the acoustic, listening to a horn player has left me thinking, well, what can I do with that? But somehow piano players, I feel more of a connection to , now that I'm using the acoustic.

Bill Orcutt

#20. I actually started writing publishable stuff the day I decided I'd actually like to write something I'd like to read, and stopped trying to think what does everyone actually want.

Jennifer Fallon

#21. 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.

Kate Simon

#22. He drove the car back through the night to Paris. The hedges and orchards of Normandy flew past him. The moon hung oval and large in the misty sky. The ship was forgotten. Only the landscape remained. The landscape, the smell of hay and ripe apples, the silence and the deep peace of the inevitable

Erich Maria Remarque