"To live in Paris is to kiss your lover long and deep on some bridge or other. It is to arrive soaking at a gleaming square and search in agony for the face that never appears. To live Paris is to rush into the metro fearful of being late for an adulterous tryst, or to take refuge with freezing hands in some out of the way cafe. the cafe, a place for lovers. Because there is a Parisian way of loving, and whoever falls in love in Paris cannot love any other way. "
-Zoé Valdés
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to be in Paris is to have one's breath sucked away...to see art everywhere...to smell tiny bouquets of violets...to step into shops filled with bread and chocolate so exquisitely beautiful they can not be consumed...to know that one can not take in enough of the Louvre in a life time
Longing
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Matthew Arnold
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