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“Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendour. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety.
Sink of iniquity.
In two thousand years, Paris had seen it all.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“However much you may fall in love, do not waste that love on a woman who is not considerate in return.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Love might come suddenly, unsought, from a place not looked for, and stay for a while before departing into the distance, to a place where it cannot be reached.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Small wounds are healed by time, but time can only bandage great wounds, which continue to bleed in secret.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“For the French army was going to war. In taxis.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“The fault in his son lay not in his nature, which was honorable, but in his perceptions, which were limited.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“About the nobles—not just de Cygne, all of them. They don’t care. Just remember that. Do what you have to do with them, because they have the power. I don’t know if they’ll always have it, but they do now, and they’ll have it as long as you live, my son. So don’t ever go against them. But just remember, no matter what they say, don’t ever trust them. Because they don’t care about you, and they never will, because you’re not one of them.â€� He”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Aunque tuvo otros pretendientes, nunca encontró a ninguno que le interesara. —Su padre se encogió de hombrosâ€�. Es una mujer atractiva, pero demasiado independiente». Marc”
― Edward Rutherfurd, ±Ê²¹°ùí²õ

“when men believed too strongly, it made them cruel.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Brothers who are alive today, when we are gone, do not be hard, but pity us Beg God’s forgiveness for us now, that He may sooner pity you, when you are dust. It”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Old Paris: City of bright colors and narrow streets, of carnival and plague. And then there was new Paris. The change had come slowly. From the time of the Renaissance, lighter, classical spaces began to appear in her dark medieval mass. Royal palaces and noble squares created a new splendor. Broad boulevards began to carve through the rotting old warrens. Ambitious rulers created vistas worthy of ancient Rome.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“And then there was new Paris. The change had come slowly. From the time of the Renaissance, lighter, classical spaces began to appear in her dark medieval mass. Royal palaces and noble squares created a new splendor. Broad boulevards began to carve through the rotting old warrens. Ambitious rulers created vistas worthy of ancient Rome.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

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― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

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― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“But people don't fight each other in America.' Said Luke with feeling. 'What do you mean!' His father cried. 'They're always fighting in America. First they fought the English, and then they fought the Indians, and then they fought each other. They're worse than us.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“I want to live in America!' This was met with protests. 'Will you leave us all behind?' asked his mother. 'I want you to come too.' Said Luke. But nobody wanted to go. 'America is a fine country, no question.' Said Monsieur Gascon expansively. 'They have everything there, big cities, not like Paris of course, but great lakes and mountains and prairies as far as the eye can see. If your own country is not so good, if you're English or German or Italian, unless you're rich, milor, it's probably better in America. But in France, we have everything. We have mountains, the Alps and the Pyrénées. We have great rivers like the Seine and the Rhone. We have huge farmlands and forests. We have cities and cathedrals, and Roman ruins in the south. We have every kind of climate. We have the greatest wines in the world and we have 300 cheeses. What more do you want?”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Onion soup, the food of the poor, but delicious for all that. Fresh baguettes from the bakers. Madam Gascon's ragout would usually consist of pig's trotters, vegetables, and whatever seasonings she had. Food that was as cheap as it was healthy. But today, there were morsels of beef swimming in a sauce that was thicker than they had tasted in a long while, Then, there was a camembert and a goat cheese and a hard gruyere, all washed down with cheap red wine.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“The hill was mainly composed of the soft stone material known as gypsum which possessed two qualities: first, it would slowly dissolve in water and was thus a poor foundation for any large building. Second, when heated, after giving off steam, it could easily be ground into the powder from which white plaster was made. For that reason, men had been burying into the hill of Montmartre for centuries to extract the gypsum. So famous had these quarrying's become, that now, even across the ocean, white plaster had come to be known as Plaster of Paris. When the builders of Sacre Coeur began their task therefore, they found that the underlying terrain was not only soft, but so honeycombed with mineshafts and tunnels that had the great building been placed directly upon it, the entire hill would have surely collapsed, leaving the church in a stupendous sinkhole. The solution had been very French, a combination of elegant logic and vast ambition: 83 gigantic shafts were dug, each over 100 feet deep filled with concrete. Upon these mighty columns, like a huge box, almost as deep as the church above, the crypt was constructed as a platform. This work alone had taken almost a decade, and by the end of it, even those who hated the project would remark with rye amusement: 'Montmartre isn't holding up the church, it's the church that's holding up Montmartre'.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Seen from a distance, the hill of Montmartre hadn't changed much since Roman times. For centuries, old vines had grown there tended by local nuns in the Middle Ages, though the vineyards nowadays had either been built upon or lapsed into waste ground. But one pleasant change had occurred, a number of wooden windmills had gathered near the summit, their lumbering sails turning in the wind, giving the hill a picturesque appearance.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Was Paris now at peace with herself? She had suffered and survived, seen empires rise and fall. Chaos and dictatorship, monarchy and republic: Paris had tried them all. And which did she like best? Ah, there was a questionâ€�.â€�.â€�. For all her age and grace, it seemed she did not know.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Yet old Paris was still there, around almost every corner, with her memories of centuries past, and of lives relived. Memories as haunting as an old, half-forgotten tune that, when played again--in another age, in another key, whether on harp or hurdy-gurdy--is still the same. This was her enduring grace.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“When I am in his company, I am so happy. I just want to be with him. That’s all I know.â€� She shrugged. “I want to be with him, all the time.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

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― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“And he would have been most surprised if anyone had told him he was prejudiced, it being the nature of a prejudice that those who possess it have no idea that it is prejudice at all.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“have had to pay for a visit to the discreet mansion near the Opéra—into a fund. And tonight they were going to draw lots to discover which of them was to take the money and visit La Belle Hélène. But before the lottery took place, they would drink champagne and enjoy the show at the Moulin Rouge. Roland de Cygne had never been to the Moulin Rouge before. He’d often meant to go. But as a regular patron of the rival Folies-Bergère, which was nearer the center of town and whose first-rate comedy and modern dance had always satisfied him, he’d somehow never got around to the Moulin Rouge with its saucier fare. Needless to say, as soon as his companions had discovered this fact, he’d had to endure some teasing, which he did with good humor. His brother officers liked Roland. He’d shown a fine aptitude for a military career right from the start. When he’d attended the military academy of Saint-Cyr, he’d come out nearly top of his class. Perhaps even more important to his aristocratic companions, he’d shown such prowess at the Cavalry Academy at Saumur that he’d almost made the elite Cadre Noir equestrian team. He was a good regimental soldier, respected by his men, a loyal friend with a kindly sense of humor. He could also be trusted to tell the truth. And he certainly looked the part of the cavalryman. He”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“Immediately across the bridge he encountered the other two. On his left, the Grand Palais, and on his right, the Petit Palais. If the great fair of 1889 had bequeathed Paris the Eiffel Tower, the next fair at the turn of the century had left these two magnificent pavilions: a facing pair of exhibition halls that started as handsome stone museums and, as they rose, turned into soaring Art Nouveau glass houses. They were like opera houses made of glass, he thought, and flanking the short avenue”
― Edward Rutherfurd, Paris

“El resultado es una forma parecida al tronco de un árbol envuelta en una capa, de la que surge una gran cabeza con un cuello recio como el de un toro.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, ±Ê²¹°ùí²õ

“Francia era la mejor nación, la más culta e inteligente del mundo, eso repetían y repetían; así pues, por tanto, no tenía nada que aprender de los ordinarios alemanes, de los toscos anglosajones ni de nadie más.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, ±Ê²¹°ùí²õ

“¿O habría sucumbido al terrible hábito francés de la arrogancia, igual que todos los demás? Francia”
― Edward Rutherfurd, ±Ê²¹°ùí²õ

“Hacía apenas un mes que habían robado en el Louvre el famoso cuadro de Leonardo da Vinci. Habían detenido a Apollinaire, un escritor considerado anarquista, y después a un amigo suyo, un joven pintor desconocido, un tal Picasso. Seguían siendo sospechosos, pero hasta el momento no habían encontrado pruebas de su culpabilidad. Tampoco habían detectado ni rastro del cuadro.”
― Edward Rutherfurd, ±Ê²¹°ùí²õ