Ernest Hemingway Paris Quotations

There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other, ... We always returned to it ... Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

I do not know what I thought Paris would be like, but it was not that way. It rained nearly every day.

I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.