Quotes about Paris in French with translation

“Cut my heart and you will find Paris in it!” and other statements of great people about Paris we have collected for you in this material. Do you love Paris as much as these great people loved it?

If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your youth, then no matter where you are later, it will remain with you until the end of your days, because Paris is a holiday that is always with you.

Ernest Hemingway

The charm of Paris takes possession of you suddenly as soon as you touch the Parisian soil. But only if you knew Paris and loved it long before this first meeting. For those who know Paris from books, from paintings, from the entire sum of knowledge about it, this city opens up immediately, as if covered with the bronze reflection of its majestic history, the brilliance of glory and human genius.

Konstantin Paustovsky

Anyone who plunges into the abyss of Paris experiences dizziness. There is nothing more fantastic, more tragic, more majestic.

Victor Hugo

Paris conquers from the first day of meeting! Literally after an hour of being in it you feel easy and simple, like with an old friend. The charm of this wonderful city lies in its soft cheerfulness and lightness, amazing lightness in everything!

Georgy Zhzhenov, actor

Paris is the world, all other lands are just its suburbs.

Pierre Marivaux, French playwright and novelist

Paris is the only city in the world where you can have a great time without actually doing anything.

Erich Maria Remarque

In Paris, only the sick dine in their rooms.

Erich Maria Remarque

Paris is the envy of those who have never seen it; happiness or misfortune (depending on how lucky you are) for those who live in it, but always grief for those who are forced to leave it.

Honore de Balzac

There is a saying that good Americans go to Paris when they die.

Oscar Wilde

Paris is the only city in the world where the pangs of hunger are still elevated to the level of art.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Cut my heart open and you will find Paris in it!

Louis Aragon

In Paris, acquaintances and friendships are most often made on the basis of sex and sexually transmitted diseases.

Henry Miller

In Paris, everyone wants to be an actor. They are not satisfied with the viewer's fate.

Jean Cocteau

Paris is a populated solitude.

Francois Mauriac

The united hum that usually stands over Paris during the day is the talk of the city, at night it is its breath.

Victor Hugo

When it rains, Paris blooms like a gray rose.

Maximilian Voloshin

Going to Paris with your wife is the same as going to Tula with your samovar.

Anton Chekhov

This is how Paris... destroys us slowly, sweetly, grinds us between its flowers and paper tablecloths stained with wine stains, burns us with its colorless fire that bursts out in the night from the entrances eaten by time.

Julio Cortazar

Even typhus in Paris is luxurious: Parisians get it from oysters.

Vladimir Mayakovsky

Paris is a real ocean. Throw a lot into it, and yet you will not know its depth. Survey and describe it, try as you like: no matter how many researchers there are, no matter how great their curiosity, but in this ocean there will always be an area untouched by them, an unknown cave, pearls, flowers, monsters, something unheard of, missed by divers from literature.

Paris is a holiday that is always with you. One of the privileges of the glorious city of Paris is that here you can be born, live and die without attracting anyone's attention. Paris is the only city in the world where you can have a great time without actually doing anything. In France, five minutes is ten minutes shorter than in Spain, but slightly longer than in England, where five minutes is usually ten minutes. It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to reach middle age without receiving syphilis and the Legion of Honor. After living in Paris for a week, I understood France perfectly, but after living in it for three years, I don’t understand it at all. Every person has two homelands - his own and France. Being Parisian does not mean being born in Paris. This means being born again there. I'm in Paris: I started to live, not breathe. Paris is a city for those who are in love. Paris…. This is passion. Paris is a holiday, this is a song, this is a feeling. But Paris is also work, the metro. Paris is glitter and poverty, slums. Paris is a city with a thousand faces. Paris is a real ocean. Throw a lot into it, and yet you will not know its depth. Survey and describe it, try as you like: no matter how many researchers there are, no matter how great their curiosity, but in this ocean there will always be an area untouched by them, an unknown cave, pearls, flowers, monsters, something unheard of, missed by divers from literature. If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your youth, then no matter where you are later, it will remain with you until the end of your days, because Paris is a holiday that is always with you. Even typhus in Paris is luxurious: Parisians get it from oysters. The air of Paris is special. It is enough to look at the landscape of a minor French artist to be convinced of this. In addition to paints, oxygen, nitrogen and other matters, it also contains a complex molecule of primordial FREEDOM. In Paris, everyone wants to be an actor. No one is happy with the viewer's fate. Paris is everything you want!

“I want to go to Paris again!” - this famous phrase, which previously seemed incredible, is now becoming quite probable. The world opens up to us a variety of destinations for an amazing journey. The city of Paris always attracts a huge number of tourists and travelers from all over the world and from the most remote corners of the planet. Every woman dreams of visiting Paris; it is such a romantic city that poems are written about it. These verses, which we have collected in this post, reveal different impressions of this city. The author of the lyrical poems is Tatyana Vorontsova. She may be unknown to many, but her poems mentally transport us to Paris with the warm aroma of French buns, cozy cafes and streets, with green parks and Parisian night lights.

Parisian light... Oh, how it beckons with the magical magic of flowers -

Either it will timidly hide in the fog, Sparkling with streams of rain... Then suddenly it will drown in the ocean

Like a wizard in wonderland -

It will flash like lightning from the sky.

Either it will fly up in the wind like a veil, splashing in the rainbow rays... Then, with the starry twinkling distance, it will again descend into darkness.

We sail along the Seine among the lights...

My love is even stronger?!

Give me Paris

Give me Paris and the “Violet of Montmartre”, Fantastic air in the capital of love... The scent of the Tuileries, the Arc de Triomphe, Parc Monceau, where it is fresh and the nightingales sing.

Give me the Paris of Modelliani, Lautrec, On the Boulevard of Clichy the house where Picasso lived... Notre Dame de Paris and the pearl of the century - the Louvre, where kings were crowned on the throne.

Give me Paris, Moulin Rouge cabaret, On the lost streets the light of lanterns... And in the cafe Saint-Louis a romantic dinner, At which you will call me yours.

It's leaf fall again in Paris

The leaves are falling again in Paris, Autumn is circling over the Seine again... Ripe chestnuts are flying, And the whisper of palm trees, and the smell of roses.

I return again and again To the places where you and I were married, Colliding with autumn love, Dancing in curly gold.

Pont Saint-Louis and Notre-Dame Burn in a fire of magical colors... Place Dauphine, Ver-Galan Square In the charm of old fairy tales.

Everything is the same as last October, Repeating everything step by step, I’m going to you in love, Where you are waiting for me, I know.

I wander along the Seine

I wander along the Seine, fresh air, lanterns... Here young Heine wrote poems until dawn.

Here Picasso painted “A Glass of Absinthe”... Alfred Dussault, having caught his luck, rejoiced.

Everywhere are the shadows of Legends of culture and art... The Parisian genius always gave feelings to talent.

And Sagan inspired to think about sadness... And he conjured over the dresses of Paco Rabanne.

Cafe Prokop, Where Voltaire sat with Diderot, Scattered like silver among the centuries.

Now along the Seine there are scatterings of cafes everywhere - A glass of absinthe They are served with canapés.

Don't ask me to tell you about Paris

How can I convey the scent of Nina Ricci's Kiss of Love and Van Gogh's red sunset?

The beauty of women from Renoir's paintings, The thrill of mills from Monet's landscapes... The freshness of the Seine in Bernard's paintings And the color of roses on a Parisian window?

Don’t ask me to tell you about Paris - No one will know the secret dreams that tiled roofs keep in the gray ashes of burning stars.

Under the dreamy sky of Balmont, In the colors of sensual Picasso Delights the face of Mischievous Paris in the rays of gilding.

Eternal Paris

The smell of Paris, a magical evening... Holidays, lights, long-awaited meetings.

Joy on faces, Christmas frost, Smells of cinnamon, lavender, wormwood...

Christmas tree, pistachios, fresh pine... God's love and earthly passion.

The air is filled with Heine's sonnets, And Dalida's delightful singing.

Window displays play with childhood fairy tales... Van Gogh's living paintings are everywhere.

Roses bloomed again in the Tuileries... Eternal Paris! The best city on earth!

I'm walking through sleepy Paris

I walk through sleepy Paris... The yellow maple disturbs the silence... The spicy air of the night breathes with will and intoxicates the sad moon.

On a chestnut tree that has lost its candles, The fruit is ripening, blazing in the fire... Along the Boulevard Saint-Michel towards you, you rush excitedly towards me.

How many centuries have we not seen each other, A day for a year, and a month is exactly a century... The children who were found hugged, Two grains of sand in the flood of the rivers.

The maples are flying with a light breeze, rustling golden under your feet... A lonely soul prays for Paris, the city of lovers.

Dreams about Paris

Paris is burning in a crimson dream, Sparkling in its festive attire... And again I dreamed of you Above the Tuileries next to me.

We, holding hands, fly over the Champs Elysees - Fountains sparkle with blue light, entwined with flowers.

Music can be heard everywhere... Perhaps Jacques Offenbach - It is so amazing that you even want to cry.

And love rushes you and me to the skating rink on the Eiffel Tower, And our mean reflection circles among the blue ice.

But my dream is cut short, And there is no Parisian panorama. The bells are ringing, over the domes of Notre Dame...

Oh, how magical these dreams are, In which the two of us are in Paris... And you wake up - from the darkness Moscow is breathing smoky frost...

And sadness creeps into my bed, And loneliness with chills... When will Love, by which both live, call again?

You know what Paris smells like!

You know what Paris smells like! Gray fog from the Pantheon, Chestnuts, a bouquet of rum And the tiles of ancient roofs...

Parisian light and fire, Some kind of special holiday... It smells of almonds and baked goods, And a cherished dream come true!

You know what Paris smells like! It smells of lily of the valley and rose, Great painting, prose... Desires that cannot be satisfied.

The Parisian air is like a dream, Both passionate and serene... With perfume, fashion and hope, Painted in all colors.

You know what Paris smells like! The holy memory of the fallen... And the Russian tears of those mourning Above the snow-white stone of the niches.

Only cities smell like this, which they do not forget, where they come once, so as never to leave.

Parisian rain

Parisian rain comes from the south, rustles like a wet rose... Kisses my lips greedily And intoxicates a sad heart.

Sparkles with drops in the eyelashes, Caresses your feet under the umbrella... A resounding ringing flies like an alarmed bird Under Notre Dame.

Oh, how much tender confusion In the eyes of passers-by and flowers... The rain spills inspiration Along the pavements with a line of poetry.

My destiny seems to be drowning, laughing in a festive stream... Perhaps my torment will be washed away by His mysterious power.

The bells are ringing stubbornly, Merging with the music of the rain... And on the threshold of Notre Dame My soul is soaked.

Parisian light

Parisian light...Oh, how it beckons with the magical magic of flowers - It will look into your eyes without shame, It will secretly throw a spark into your blood.

It will timidly hide in the fog, Sparkling with streams of rain... Then it will suddenly drown in the ocean And retreat again, gliding into the distance.

The Parisian light plays with the shadow, Like a sorcerer in Wonderland - Either it will blind you with the sun in an instant, or it will flash like lightning from the sky.

Either it will fly up in the wind like a veil, splashing in the rainbow rays... Then, with the starry twinkling distance, it will again descend into darkness.

It’s night in Paris... Together with you we are sailing along the Seine among the lights... Do you know that in the Parisian light My love is even stronger?!

It's the same in Montmartre

In Montmartre everything is the same as last spring - They exhibit landscapes, trade in love... Only the north wind blows right through the hill - As if the Church of Saint-Pierre caresses instead of mills.

In Montmartre everything is the same as last summer - Only there is no purple lavender... Zucchini and coffee shops, souvenirs, chestnuts, Notre Dame de Paris and French secrets.

In Montmartre everything is the same as last autumn - Only instead of rain, the wind carries sleet... Maybe we'll meet - you left me the address - At the love wall on Place Abbes.

Paris... Paris... air of freedom

The magical city is worth the mass and the tears that I cried, wandering through the autumn yellow forest and the sweet sadness of grief.

Paris...Paris...you are dreaming again, Calling to the ancient shores... To Saint-Louis, which is embroidered like a fairy tale, And to the Cité, where Notre Dame is.

And on Lebyazhye, my beloved and I met the dawn above the Seine, and Swan Island sang to us about fidelity that does not exist.

On Jatte we wandered in the parks with him, That they brought us to the temple of Love... On Saint-Martin we met the sunset, We walked across the bridge in an embrace.

Paris...Paris...free air... Sweet memories shiver... Lying in your distant waters, a brooch thrown for luck.

In the arms of a stranger

Paris, lights all around

I remember the first snow in Paris

I remember - the first snow in Paris Spun like white silver... You kissed me, shameless, On Saint-Michel under a lantern.

All around the chestnuts were still ripening, green light streamed from palm trees... And yellow maples flew, leaving a mark on the roses.

Everything was mixed up that day - Flowers, autumn smoke and snow... And there was a sense of mystery all around, And a feeling that was stronger than anyone else.

Here Paul Verlaine once walked with the Muse and, apparently, loved it. What happiness for the Frenchman, When the boulevard floated in the snow...

Paris, as if in Parchova’s cradle, was quietly falling asleep... And the yellow maples flew, lying on the white fluff of the mirrors.

Paris... I dream about it at night

Paris...I dream about it at night, How the two of us walk in it, Bewitched by the eyes of the luminaries, blazing with fire.

Under the colorful tents of the autumn beauty of Manso, And under the rainy winds that blow in your face.

Snow is falling on the sparkle of Montmartre, on the Champs Elysees... Perhaps, maybe you will call tomorrow, And my sadness will dissipate.

In your words that I will hear, In which the silence will tremble, I will feel the spirit of Paris And that you need me.

I dreamed of Paris...

I dreamed of Paris - the City of happiness, dreams and freedom. Again and again, my memory brings me back at night to where couples in love meet sunrises along the Seine, and trains no longer come to the D'Orsay station.

The lace of Notre Dame is crowned dispassionately by chimeras. Jasmine and lilac are blooming in the Luxembourg Garden. The Latin Quarter smells like coffee, where I was happy beyond measure. And Mont Martre greets tomorrow with birdsong.

Here the separations are bright, and the meetings are easy and beautiful. Here Piaf's enchanting voice burns your heart with passion. Here, having seen Paris, dying will not seem like a wasted sacrifice. To die without seeing will turn into the Creator's mockery...

Parisian spring

You can never confuse the Parisian spring with another spring - Here in March you don’t feel your age... In April you are young again.

And May greets you with such charm, Such unearthly affection, - As if youth breathes freshness And leads you along again.

Chestnuts and acacias are blooming in the cherry blossom of the gardens, and with delightful grace Love walks along the pavement.

The rain is drizzling, and the evening is gloomy, But there is so much warmth in it... And I am in Marais among the narrow streets of Medieval beauty,

That with the revival wedded to the Architecture of palaces... There are museums with an eternal secret - Carnival and Picasso.

Ancient luxury enchants the soul, And simplicity inspires... Spring time in Paris, Like a sweet kiss on the mouth.

But the stagecoach of history rushes from the narrow streets of the Marais, - And I follow the allegory To the Rue Saint-Honoré.

Oh, how beautiful this street is, How wide and how bright... I'm afraid that my head will spin - I'll go to the Maison du Chocolat.

In Montsouris park

I, scorched from the inside, by betrayals and deceit, today in Montsouris park, healing my wounds.

Alleys and rows of flowers In the south of heavenly Paris Joy and love are pouring in, And my heart breathes again.

Rose gardens and lakes, Hills, rivulets, waterfalls... Unfading islands, Where are herons, ducks, turtles.

The English style reigns here, the nineteenth century wanders... Baron Haussmann put into it the spirit that still hovers.

Landscapes attract with magic, And hyacinths with their aroma... I forget my age here And the pain that once burned me.

Paris, Paris! You're beckoning again

Paris, Paris! You beckon again with Your mysterious fire... Either you melt under the sparkling rain, or you seem to drink bliss in it.

Your silver rain washes away fatigue, someone’s lies from me... And music plays in my heart, When you float over the Seine.

I walk along Vivien Street, Where there are tons of fashionable shops... And I breathe in the joyful air, Or maybe I’m going crazy...

From the Moulin Rouge and from Montmartre, From the aromas of Rue Cambon... I should be at the Pompidou tomorrow, And Notre Dame is calling me to its House.

I wish I could get to Provence, Where a glass of Bordeaux is waiting for me - Braided moments of happiness From the ancient cellars of the Chateau.

Paris, Paris! You beckon again And tear apart my sadness... You will kiss and deceive again, And I will wake up again in Moscow.

June in Paris

June, Paris is flooded with rays, the boulevards and gardens are blooming... They walk through the long nights along the old streets of dreams.

The whole city is full of music, It’s like the sea has overflowed... Mixed with the ringing of bells, Gives birth to a tremulous passion.

In Saint-Germain-des-Prés, markets and fairs reign since spring... There are performances and goods, and an atmosphere of antiquity.

There are premieres again at the Grand Opera, At the Chatelet there are ballets and fairy tale plays... And here is the monument to Moliere, Which stood near the Comédie Française.

June, Paris is flooded with candles, Along the Seine is an island of flowers... I walk long nights Along the streets of sweet dreams.

July day in Paris

A July day, Paris is languid, the Montmartre Mill is sighing... And even the roses on the balcony are waiting for the forecast with coolness for tomorrow.

Paris is shrouded in passionate heat, Burning, sparkling with hot light... And suddenly a thunderstorm... with a rolling howl and a long-awaited fresh wind.

The Grand Opera revived again, The ancient Louvre spread its wings... The tent of clouds opened, And an embarrassed, nervous rain poured down.

Watered the Tuileries Garden, Montsouris and Butte Chaumont with the Bois de Boulogne…. And now the sky is azure again, And those who were under the canopy came out.

Oh, how Paris is fragrant with Jasmine and mountain lavender... In a thunderstorm, like a rose, the Land of love and proud freedom blooms.

Let's sit as before

Let's sit, as before, in our favorite zucchini on the Seine... Let's look out the window at the rain, at the yellow autumn leaves.

Let's walk through the Place de la Madeleine, along the Tuileries and to the walls of the Louvre... And we will find ourselves in the luxurious captivity of the Great World Culture.

Tired of eternal beauty, the Palais Royal will meet us at midnight... Let's give each other dreams, Love and everything that is in the world.

While you and I are still burning with the beautiful autumn glow... Let's sit, as before, in our favorite tavern on the Seine.

Paris attracts, but home is sweeter

Paris attracts, but home is sweeter... My Moscow is my amulet... Your capital may be more beautiful, But I am a stranger to it forever.

My love is stronger than the wind that blows in the Buttes-Chaumont park, - But I have a different faith, And my native home is in Moscow.

De La Villette is too beautiful, But Sokolniki is dearer to me Not because of the exoticism of Paris, Not because of the colorful lanterns...

In their alleys, my youth picked lilacs in the hot May... Don’t be offended that you returned from Buttes-Chaumont to your modest Paradise.

And for dessert, some amazing photos of the city of Paris.

Paris is a city of romantics and freedom. He has always inspired writers, poets, and artists. Picturesque streets, cozy cafes, banks of the Seine, Champs Elysees. Most consider it a city of entertainment and frivolous youth. Therefore, it is not surprising that quotes about Paris often talk about love, carefreeness and touching naivety.

Phrases about love in French with translation

Qui ne savait jamais ce que c'est l'amour, celui ne pouvait jamais savoir ce que c'est la peine. Those who never knew what love was could never know that it was worth it.

Si tu ne me parles pas, je remplirai mon coeur de ton silence pour te dire a quel point tu me manques et combien il est dur de t'aimer. If you don’t talk to me, I will fill my heart with your silence, so that I can then tell you how much I miss you and how hard it is to love.

Chaque baiser est une fleur dont la racine est le coeur. Every kiss is a flower whose root is the heart.

Il n'y a qu'un remède l'amour: aimer plus. There is only one remedy for love: to love more.

On dit que l'amour est aveugle. Trop mal qu'ils ne puissent voir ta beauté... They say love is blind. It's too bad that they can't see your beauty...

De l'amour a la haine il n'y a qu'un pas. From love to hate there is only one step.

L'amitié est une preuve de l'amour. Friendship is proof of love.

Le baiser est la plus sure façon de se taire en disant tout. A kiss is the most reliable way to remain silent when talking about everything.

Chaque jour je t'aime plus qu`hier mais moins que demain. Every day I love you more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.

Si la fleur poussait chaque fois que je pense à toi alors le monde serait un immeasurable jardin. If a flower bloomed every time I thought of you, the world would be a huge garden.

Aimes-moi comme je t'aime et je t'aimerais comme tu m'aimes. Love me as I love you and will love you as you love me.

Le plus court chemin du plaisir au bonheur passe par la tendresse. The shortest road from pleasure to happiness passes through tenderness.

(Grégoire Lacroix)

L'amour qui ne ravage pas n'est pas l'amour. Love that does not empty is not love.

(Omar Khayyam)

L'amour est la sagesse du fou et la deraison du sage. Love is the wisdom of a fool and the folly of a wise man.

(Samuel Johnson)

J`ai perdu tout, alors, je suis noyé, innondé de l'amour; je ne sais pas si je vis, si je mange, si je respire, si je parle mais je sais que je t'aime. I lost everything, you see, I drowned, flooded with love; I don't know if I live, if I eat, if I breathe, if I speak, but I know that I love you.

(Alfred Musset de)

J'ai perdu tout le temps que j'ai passé sans aimer. I lost all the time I spent without love.

(Tasso)

Otez l'amour de votre vie, vous en ôtez les plaisirs. Take love away from your life and you take away all the fun.

(Moliere)

Plaisir de l'amour ne dure qu'un moment, chagrin de l'amour dure toute la vie. (Florian) The pleasure of love lasts only a moment, the pain of love lasts a lifetime.

(Florian)

Aimer c'est avant tout prendre un risque. To love is, first of all, to take risks.

(Marc Levy)

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Quotes about Paris

The English pub seems to me to be a kind of antipode to the French cafe.
The ideal of a Parisian is to sit at a table on the sidewalk in front of a stream of unfamiliar faces. The Londoner's ideal is to escape from worries, feeling surrounded by familiar backs. Paris is a holiday that is always without me.

You come to Paris and there is no rush. This is a pleasure.

But Paris is a very old city, and we were young, and everything there was not simple - poverty, and unexpected wealth, and moonlight, and justice or evil, and the breath of the one who lay next to you in the moonlight.

Paris captivates you from the first meeting!

Paris…. This is passion. Paris is a holiday, this is a song, this is a feeling. But Paris is also work, the metro. Paris is glitter and poverty, slums. Paris is a city with a thousand faces.

Paris is the romantic capital of the world, but there is nothing romantic about the underbelly of the great city.

Going to Paris with your wife is the same as going to Tula with your samovar.

"Anton Pavlovich Chekhov"

Paris is the only city in the world where you can have a great time without actually doing anything.

"Erich Maria Remarque"

Little by little I am falling in love with Paris. This is a witch city. He doesn't force anything. He has a smart condescension, and therefore everything works out by itself, like people who do nothing for show.

There is no such city anywhere in the world... And there never has been!

"Midnight in Paris"

Was there a French film that impressed me in my youth? I ran to watch it five times. It showed Paris in such a way that I fell in love with this city for the rest of my life. It was as if some kind of magic was spilled on the film, and the soul recognized it.

"Vasily Pavlovich Aksyonov"

Every time I approach Paris with bated breath, even if I have been there only recently. Every arrival in this city is anticipation, every departure is disappointment.

Paris is not a place where you change your plane, it’s a city where you change your life!

Paris. Here even the thoughts that are born are not the usual laconic ones, but seasoned with a light flair of poetry.

This is Paris, here everyone makes their way with their elbows. Here you need to show who you really are!

Paris is very small for those whose love is as great as ours.

Being Parisian does not mean being born in Paris. This means being born again there.

Countries where there have been so many executions and severed heads, sooner or later, lose the spirit of joy, celebration and love of life. In today's Paris there is no longer that “holiday” that Hemingway wrote about.

"Otar Davidovich Ioseliani"

Every girl has her own little Paris in her soul...

No one could be considered a true Parisian without learning to put on a mask of joy over his sorrows and a mask of despondency, boredom and indifference over his inner joys.

Shopping is implied when you go to Paris... with your boyfriend's money... while you wait for him to finally wake up after being knocked out by his ugly ex-girlfriend... from Russia. So thank you, thank you, thank you for the gifts.

Paris has its own special aroma that has not changed for centuries.

Paris never ends, and everyone who lived there remembers it in their own way.

He does not know Paris who has not seen what it is like in the early morning.

When God is bored in heaven, he opens the window and looks at the Parisian boulevards.

They say: “See Paris and die!” . Why overpay?! Smolensk is really closer!

Paris is the only city in the world where you can suffer without being unhappy.

Parisians always feel like they are at a masquerade.

Cut my heart and you will find Paris in it!

"Honore de Balzac"

It was worth coming to Paris just to understand why Europe is rotting, why all these worthless people gave birth to Hitlers and Mussolinis. I swear to you on my life, I will hate this place and these people until the day I die.

If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your youth, then no matter where you are later, it will remain with you until the end of your days, because Paris is a holiday that is always with you.

My home is Paris, and I am one hundred percent Parisian, with all the good and bad that comes from that. I don't think I'll ever be able to leave here for a long time. We Parisians rarely leave our city at all.

I visited Paris, Vienna, London - and everywhere alone, and then it turned out: being alone in Paris is no better than in Greentown, Illinois. It doesn’t matter where, what matters is that you are alone. Of course, there is plenty of time left to think, polish your manners, sharpen your wit. But sometimes I think: I would gladly give a sharp word or an elegant curtsy for a friend who would stay with me on Saturday and Sunday for about thirty years.

Paris. I dream about it at night, how the two of us walk in it, mesmerized by the eyes of the luminaries, blazing with fire.

Paris is the envy of those who have never seen it; happiness or misfortune for those who live in it, but always grief for those who are forced to leave it.

"Honore de Balzac"

In Paris, everyone wants to be an actor. No one is happy with the viewer's fate.

Beautiful phrases in French with translation

Quotes and sayings of famous and great people are firmly embedded in our colloquial speech. They give us an incentive to act and charge us with positive emotions. This section contains quotes from famous people in French, interesting statuses with translation into Russian , which will additionally give you incentive and interest in learning French.

This language is very beautiful in pronunciation and unusual in writing; it has managed to conquer many countries. The geography of the distribution of French is amazing (besides France, Belgium, and Switzerland, French is spoken in Canada, Haiti, and a number of African states). This language has not spared Russia either. At one time, the Russian nobility used French for communication more often than Russian; the popularity of the language in Russia fell only at the beginning of the 19th century, when the war with Napoleon broke out.

French words first began to appear in the Russian language during the time of Peter the Great, and since the end of the eighteenth century they have significantly moved their native speech aside. French became the leading language of high society. All correspondence (especially love) was conducted exclusively in French, beautiful long tirades filled banquet halls and meeting rooms.

Many French words have become so integrated into the Russian language that they seem familiar to most Russians, although the origin of many of them is unknown to many.

Beautiful French words - phrases in French

The pronunciation of French words differs from Slavic ones in the presence of throat and nasal sounds, for example, “an” and “on” are pronounced by passing the sound through the nasal cavity, and the sound “en” through the lower part of the front wall of the throat.

In the Russian language, there are a lot of borrowed words from French: vest, coat, toilet, battalion, garrison, etc. They have taken root in people’s lives so much that it is simply impossible to imagine their absence. The most famous and common word, which is also very melodic, is “amour”, which means “love”

Tous mes rêves se realisent. All my dreams are becoming reality.

Je préfère mourir dans tes bras que de vivre sans toi.

It's better to die in your arms than to live without you.

Peut-etre l'amour n'est-il au demeurant, qu'un mirage, un jeu trompeur de la lumiere et de l'esprit? Maybe love is, after all, a mirage, a deceptive play of light and spirit?

La mort n'a qu'un instant, et la vie en a mille. Death has only a moment, of which life has thousands.

Le temps c'est de l'argent. Time is money.

La musique peut changer le monde, car il peut changer les gens. Music can change the world because it can change people.

Chaque problème a une solution, il suffit d'essayer de la trouver. Every problem has a solution, try to find it.

La sincerite est la forme la plus parfaite de l'illusion. Quand celle-ci est morte, defaite, il ne reste que la lucidite. Sincerity is the most perfect form of illusion. When she dies, she wins and leaves only clarity.

Un fleur rebelle. Rebel flower.

Que femme veut - Dieu le veut. What a woman wants is what pleases God.

Écoute ton coeur. Listen to your heart.

Les gens croient ce qu'ils veulent croire. People believe what they want to believe.

L'argent ne fait pas le bonneur. Money can not buy happiness.

Beautiful phrases in French with translation

French is a very beautiful and melodic language. It is not surprising that some people choose phrases in French for their tattoos. In this collection we have collected for you interesting quotes, aphorisms, catchphrases and sayings of famous people. There are long phrases and short ones that are simply funny or filled with deep philosophical thought. This inscription can be used to decorate any part of the body: wrist, collarbone, back, shoulder, etc.

Je vais au rêve. I'm going towards my dream.

Si la fleur poussait chaque fois que je pense à toi alors le monde serait un immeasurable jardin. If a flower bloomed every time I thought of you, the world would be a huge garden.

Il n'y a qu'un remede a l'amour: aimer davantage. There is only one remedy for love: to love more.

Une seule sortie est la vérité. The only way out is the truth.

Ce qui ressemble a l'amour n'est que l'amour. What looks like love is love.

Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse. Nothing is eternal under the Moon.

J'ai perdu tout le temps que j'ai passe sans aimer. I lost all the time I spent without love.

L'avenir d'un enfant est l'oeuvre de sa mère. The future of the child is the concern of his mother.

Ma vie, mes règles. My life my rules.

Dans le silence d'une voix. Silence has a voice.

L'amour qui ne ravage pas n'est pas l'amour. Love that does not empty is not love.

Mémoire et pensée âge ainsi que les humains. Memory and thoughts age just like people.

Be honest with yourself.

Face à la verité. Face the truth.

Otez l'amour de la vie, vous en otez les plaisirs Take love away from our lives and you take away all the pleasures

Une minute pour t'apprécier, Un jour pour t'aimer et Une vie entière pour ne pas t'oublier. It takes a minute to appreciate you, a day to love you, and a whole life not to forget.

Cache that vie. Hide your life.

Si tu étais une larme, je ne pleurerais pas de peur de te perdre. If you were a tear, I would never cry for fear of losing you.

Aimes-moi comme je t'aime et je t'aimerais comme tu m'aimes. Love me as I love you and will love you as you love me.

Si on vit sans but, on mourra pour rien.

If you don't live for something, you will die for nothing.

Chaque chose en son temps. Everything has its time.

Tout commencement par un choix. It all starts with choice.

About Parisians

The French always seem to be people with some special charm, especially the Parisians. French women have always been considered the standard of style and unique charm. Therefore, in quotes about Paris, a special place is given to its beautiful residents. French women have always stood out among the rest of the fair half of humanity with their special charm and ease of communication.

Only they can dress casually and not waste any time on styling and will look charming. They captivate everyone with their grace, coquetry, and audacity - this is the famous French charm. Even if a Parisian woman does not have ideal facial features, she will still be considered charming - precisely because of her grace and charm.

Beautiful words in French with translation - French expressions

Finding himself among native French speakers, a person who has studied the language for several years may find, to his horror, that he does not understand those with whom he has to speak. Native speakers often replace academic French with its colloquial version. In most cases, colloquial words and expressions

Qui n'a jamais connut ce que c'est que l'amour, n'a jamais pu savoir ce que c'est que la peine. He who never knew what love is, could never know what suffering is.

L'amour transforme les impasses en autoroutes. Love turns dead ends into freeways.

Lorsque Dieu ferme une porte, il en ouvre toujours une autre. When God closes a door, another always opens.

J'aime ma maman. I love my mom.

Pour voir le futur, il faut regarder derriere soi. To see the future, you need to look behind you.

Pendant que nous tentons a comprendre, le temps passe et la vie avec lui. While we try to understand, time passes, and so does life.

Un vieillard amoureux est comme une fleur en hiver. An old man is in love like a flower in winter.

L'amour est une sottise faite à deux. Love is a stupidity created by two people.

Mon comportement - le résultat de votre attitude. My behavior is the result of your attitude.

C`est l`amour que vous faut. Love is all you need.

La vie est belle. Life is Beautiful.

Aimer c'est avant tout prendre un risque. To love is, first of all, to take risks.

La plus belle facon de regarder le soleil se coucher est de le regarder dans les yeux de celui qu'on aime. The best way to watch the sun set is to look into the eyes of the one you love.

Jouis de la vie, elle est livrée avec une date d`expiration. Enjoy your life, it comes with an expiration date.

A vouloir gagner des eloges, on perd son souffle. Wanting to earn praise, one loses one's breath.

Ayant risqué une fois-on peut rester heureux toute la vie. Once you take a risk, you can remain happy for the rest of your life.

Aphorisms Paris

Two Russians in Paris walked into a restaurant. The waiter presents the menu - everything is in French. The first one makes an order: - La meat, la wine, la salad, la... The waiter quickly brought everything. A man to a friend: “How’s my French?” What would you eat without me? “What would you both eat if I weren’t from St. Petersburg,” says the waiter.

I don’t want to live in Paris... Firstly, I don’t know French... and secondly, I have to travel far to work...))

She loved coffee in the morning

In the morning she adored coffee, a blend of Arabica and Rabusta. The ascent is the path to a small Golgotha. And the coffee... so aromatic and delicious.

Over there, autumn is pouring leaves outside the windows, tearing them from the branches in a thick fog. Autumn now walks like a fox. And coffee... and if it comes with a croissant...

Answers questions and gives answers. All meanings become brighter, closer. When you are loved, it doesn't matter where you are. And coffee... it would be nice to drink in Paris.

He will hold out the cup and ask: “Is it delicious?” She smiles and nods in response. And coffee... it seems to make your feelings warmer... And life is alive in a special way.

Two fires.

Trouble... Without exaggeration, a worldwide disaster... Fire... Notre Dame Cathedral... Great grief... People pray. People are crying... It's a shame... It's scary... It's a terribly offensive that no one in the world cried when the Odessa House of Trade Unions burned. Burnt with people inside. I believe that Notre-Dame de Paris will be restored... And I don’t believe that anyone will return their burned loved ones to the residents of Odessa... Two fires... Two different destinies. Double standards…

April 16, 2021.

Our boys arrived in Paris, saw local beauties on the boulevard and said: “To die, not to rise.” Since then, the expression has come about: “See Paris and die!”

Autumn Paris.

How beautiful Paris is in late autumn, In the gloomy haze of white-gray clouds. Turning pale, but without losing his prestige, He is great, in his breath of centuries.

How luxurious are the Champs Elysees, In the fall of leaves, all the November flowers. And the French land is replete with foliage, Watercolors from long-forgotten dreams.

Ah, Paris, I turned out to be your counterpart, Visible from the Eiffel Tower, among the rooftops, A marvelous city, drowning in love. Ah, Paris, you give me hormones of joy in my blood, You are full of splendor, It’s a pity that the time... ... show full text...

My girlfriend always talks about going to Paris. But I don’t mind... Let him speak.

Call to the psychological help service: “I saw Paris, but I don’t want to die.”

And who needs Paris when they hug you? "Where the Rainbow Ends"

...Suddenly seeing Paris, I died, but I still didn’t understand why. (YuriVU)

I want to have dinner in Paris

I want to have dinner in Paris! And no matter what you say, like, the pearls are smaller, the soup is thinner - I still want to go to Paris.

And there, under the shadow of an old linden tree, In a cafe open until the morning, I will order lobster and something like foie gras.

Bordeaux is so sour and not tasty, Muscat is much more pleasant. Yes, living in France is an art. Everyone speaks French.

I also know French: “Mercy”, “bonjour” and “guten tag”. Oh, these ladies in tight skirts, Oh, their flying bold step!

Ah, there is Paris in this world, And it helps to live... I’ll go fry cutlets for the children and cook pasta for them.

You drive away everyday life from your life, You soar in sky-high dreams, You open your eyes and - Voronezh, But I dreamed that it was Paris.

Night, Paris, bustle and plane trees, Degas ballerinas on pointe shoes, the slenderness of elongated long legs in the mirrors multiply the reflections. A knife - a whack, and a cut crystal white rose in a white glass, and the staccato sound of cars at dawn, and the window right into this street. In French, love and communion, and a smile in Russian - for happiness - these parts yesterday and today Paris puts in the palm of my hands. And the champagne melts in the glass, the lanterns, like flowers, fade, and on greedy lips there is parting, I don’t say goodbye, Paris - goodbye! And Paris’s eyes are blue, and Paris and Russia are similar, poplar fluff falls into the sky, and the water swirls below the deck. And the eyes of Paris are summer, and plane tree branches fly in them, and over the Seine, and over the parks here they don’t fly - they fly in pairs.

In Paris the color yellow is like a butterfly under the roofs, and the rain walks barefoot through Fontainebleau. He didn’t hear anything about you or me, but if he had heard, he asked, “What do we care about him?” I would say that I was waiting for an inevitable miracle, that other countries could not help me, and I would confess my love for the Seine, which invariably dances through the veins day and night. Here the palaces along the streets are lined with a white festive ribbon, and the eyes of the passerby are full of joy, I already know that life is never different, we just look at it differently. Over the houses the white color curls like white cotton wool. And although you speak Russian poorly, I will learn to love you so that you will cry bitterly without me, enthusiastic, joyful Paris. Paris, you were not talking about love, but I knitted the words with an autumn knot, but I let go of the outlines of these words like a balloon from dreams, let them fly over the Seine.

How beautiful autumn is in Paris! Yellow leaves, the sun a little lower, A string of cute, cozy cafes... It’s impossible to get drunk with that beauty...

Autumn in Paris... so perfect! It doesn’t feel like it’s foreign... Breakfast in a cafe... croissants, jam And the sweet smell of peace...

Autumn in Paris...how wonderful! Unpredictable and interesting... The metro map is impossible to understand, As if on purpose to walk more...

Autumn in Paris... it's noble! Both modern and a little old-fashioned... Narrow streets, parks, fountains, Among modest buildings - captain's palaces...

Chance-Elise, Arc de Triomphe Evening... lights... they are branded cities Again a cafe... and a glass of Cyrus Royal... Time has stood still... only the night veil

Once again he descends on the eternal city... A city that has become very dear to me. Its secret will never be known... The city of Paris can only amaze!

Paris. Three hours from Moscow - you won’t believe it! The Caravel floats as if walking naked along the shore. He touches the cold sea with his finger, and under the waves there is an ancient island, sharp fish swim along the columns. My Atlantis, Paris. I will see myself in Paris, I will walk through the streets as a diver, I will pick up an amphora somewhere, I will be your guest - the best, you want, I will be a happy occasion or the thousandth - because! An architect of good knowledge, an archaeologist of ancient puzzles, I, a lover, go on a date, not hiding my cheerful jealousy. In the Louvre - with your best artist, with the sharp breath of your tobacco, on a sultry afternoon - with cheap rain, I know how important this is...

Don't tell the red-haired receptionist

. How beautiful is the autumn rain of Paris with puddles on Pracher Street! On the corner, sullen and motionless, is a pestering old boyfriend.

A hat made of worn felt, a watch bow on a chain, and the tips of his waxed mustache bristling funny in the wind.

“Oh, what a smooth pussy, just a sight for sore eyes and charming! Do I have ice and whiskey in stock or would you prefer a restaurant?”

“Whiskey at night, croissants in the morning? Don't make the red-haired receptionist laugh. At night I read Maupassant, and also Verlaine and Gautier.

I won’t become a lap greyhound to amuse you in private; let me serve as an ordinary midinet in Madeleine Vionnet’s atelier.

I have a reputation for being crazy and unlucky, but leave me alone, your “nobleness”! ..."It would be better if I die in a cheap hotel in the light winter rain" * _________________

Statuses in French - expressions with translation

Like any other language, French is distinguished by its versatility and the presence of a huge number of different expressions and idioms.

L'amour est la sagesse du fou et la deraison du sage. Love is the wisdom of a fool and the folly of a wise man.

Toute la vie est la lutte. All life is a struggle.

L n`est jamais tard d`être celui qu`on veut. Exécute les rêves. It's never too late to be who you want. Make your dreams come true.

Le temps perdu ne se rattrape jamais. You can't get back the time that's passed.

Personne n'est parfait. jusqu'à ce qu'on tombe amoureux de cette personne. Man is not perfect. until someone falls in love with that person.

Chaque baiser est une fleur, dont la racine est le coeur. Every kiss is a flower whose root is the heart.

Le rire dilate l'esprit. Laughter expands consciousness.

Jouis de chaque moment. Enjoy every moment.

La solitude est la patrie des forts. Solitude is the homeland of the strong.

Souffrir est un delit. Suffering is a crime.

Chacun est entraîne par sa passion. Everyone has their own passion.

Jamais perdre l'espoir. Never lose hope!

L'amour est comme une rose, sa beauté nous fait oublier ses épines. Love is like a rose; its beauty makes you forget about its thorns.

L'amour vers soi-même est le début du roman qui dure toute la vie. Self-love is the beginning of a romance that lasts a lifetime.

Prenez soin de vous en personne. Take care of the person in you.

La famille est dans mon coeur pour toujours. Family is always in my heart.

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment, chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie. The joy of love lasts a moment, the pain of losing love lasts a lifetime.

De l'amour a la haine il n'y a qu'un pas From love to hate there is only one step.

T'aimer c'est facile, te le dire c'est dificile, mais t'oublier c'est impossible. Loving you is easy, admitting it is difficult, and forgetting you is impossible.

Le monde n'est pas partage entre les bons et les mechants mais entre les riches et les pauvres. The world is not divided into good and evil, but is divided between rich and poor.

En attendant le printemps - c'est comme attendre pour le paradis. Waiting for spring is like waiting for heaven.

Le temps passe. Ah, si on pouvait le regarder passer. Mais helas, on passe avec lui. Time passes. Oh, if only I could see the past. But, alas, it passes with us.

Otez l'amour de la vie, vous en otez les plaisirs. Take love away from your life and you take away all the fun.

La beauté n'est pas dans le visage, la beauté c'est une lumière dans le cœur. Beauty is not in the face, beauty is the light in the heart.

Aujourd'hui-nous changeons "demain", "hier"—nous ne changerons jamais. Today - we will change “tomorrow”, “yesterday” - we will never change.

Ta mere doit etre une voleuse, car elle a vole deux etoiles du ciel pour en faire tes yeux. Your mother must have been a thief because she stole two stars from the sky to make your eyes.

Entre deux coeurs qui s'aiment, nul besoin de paroles. Two hearts in love don't need words.

J'aime bien tes yeux mais je préfère les miens. Car sans eux je ne pourrais pas voir les tiens. I like your eyes, but I like mine better. Because without eyes I wouldn't be able to look into your eyes.

L'homme porte en lui la semence de tout bonheur et de tout malheur. Man carries within himself the seed of happiness and sorrow.

Tattoo phrases translated into French. French proverbs, sayings, aphorisms and beautiful words in French with translation.

A selection of the best quotes and sayings about Paris

The last book I finished reading last year is called “A Holiday That Is Always With You.” It was written by Ernest Hemingway. A wonderful book. These are the memoirs of an American writer about his life in Paris. The book describes the young writer's first literary experiences and his life with his first wife Hadley in the 1920s.

I remember this paragraph from the book: “Paris never ends, and everyone who lived there remembers it in their own way. We always returned there, no matter who we were and no matter how it changed, no matter how difficult or easy it was to get there. Paris is worth it, and you always received in full for everything you gave to it. And this is what Paris was like in those distant days, when we were very poor and very happy.”

Eiffel Tower

Below are other quotes from famous personalities about Paris and my “Parisian” photographs; Happy reading and happy viewing!

“If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your youth, then no matter where you are later, it will remain with you until the end of your days, because Paris is a holiday that is always with you” E. Hemingway

"Paris is worth a mass" Henry IV

Parisians

“Little by little I am falling in love with Paris. This is a witch city. He doesn't force anything. He has intelligent condescension, and therefore everything works out by itself, like people who do nothing for show.” L. Belozerskaya-Bulgakova

“The air of Paris is special. It is enough to look at the landscape of a minor French artist to be convinced of this. In addition to paints, oxygen, nitrogen and other matters, it also contains a complex molecule of primordial FREEDOM.” V. Yanovsky

Skyscrapers of Paris, or La Défense

“In Paris, everyone wants to be an actor. No one is satisfied with the spectator’s fate.” J. Cocteau

“Being Parisian does not mean being born in Paris. This means to be born again there” S. Guitry

Montmartre

“When God is bored in heaven, he opens the window and looks at the Parisian boulevards” G. Heine

“Paris is a holiday that is always without me” A. Davidovich

Basilica of Sacré-Coeur

“They live only in Paris, and vegetate in other places” J. Gresset

“Paris is the only place in the world where you can do without happiness” J. de Staël

Napoleon's tomb in the Cathedral of Invalides

“One of the privileges of the glorious city of Paris is that here you can be born, live and die without attracting anyone’s attention” O. de Balzac

“Paris is the only city in the world where you can have a great time without essentially doing anything” E.M. Remarque

Chimera on the roof of Notre Dame Cathedral

“In Paris, only the sick dine in their rooms” E.M. Remarque

“Paris is a city for those who are in love” From the film “Paris, I love you”

Notre Dame Cathedral

“I would like to live and die in Paris, if there were no such land - Moscow” V. Mayakovsky

“Even typhus in Paris is luxurious: Parisians get it from oysters” V. Mayakovsky

Notre Dame Cathedral

". And again, then, together with Sinyavsky, we wandered around Paris, admired Paris, breathed in this extraordinary Parisian air, which even the herds of cars that filled the streets of Paris cannot spoil, because this air is beautiful.” Alexander Galich

“Being Parisian does not mean being born in Paris. This means being born again there.” Sasha Guitry

". Paris conquers from the first day of meeting! Literally after an hour of being there you feel easy and simple, like with an old friendly friend. The charm of this wonderful city lies in its soft cheerfulness and lightness, amazing lightness in everything! And above all in the architecture of its countless palaces and squares, mansard roofs, in its boulevards. In the friendly life of the streets, in witty, sociable people, in the climate, finally!” Georgy Zhzhenov, from the book “Experienced”

Eiffel Tower

- I love Paris! -You've never been to Paris. “But I know I'll love it when I get there.”

If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your youth, then no matter where you are later, it will remain with you until the end of your days, because Paris is a holiday that is always with you.

Paris. This is passion. Paris is a holiday, this is a song, this is a feeling. But Paris is also work, the metro. Paris is glitter and poverty, slums. Paris is a city with a thousand faces.

Paris is a city for those who are in love.

Paris is the only city in the world where you can have a great time without actually doing anything.

Not a single self-respecting Parisian on the Boulevard Saint-Germain would cross the road on a white zebra crossing when the light is green. A self-respecting Parisian will wait for a dense stream of cars and rush straight ahead, knowing that she is taking a risk.

- Why here? Why now? - Why not here and not now? Where can we give in to our dreams if not in Paris?

Paris is the envy of those who have never seen it; happiness or misfortune (depending on how lucky you are) for those who live in it, but always grief for those who are forced to leave it.

In Paris, only the sick dine in their rooms.

Here's what you need to do on your first day in Paris: it should rain, not just a little rain, but real heavy rain. Find yourself a cute companion and take her for a taxi ride through the Bois de Boulogne. Rain is very important. Paris smells best when it rains. It's the smell of wet chestnuts.

You are inimitable. People come to Paris to fall in love, but you came to get slapped in the face.

- Paris! Let's just say - no matter where you go later, Paris is a holiday that is always with you. - Nice line! - This is Hemingway, he always skillfully handled words, as well as women. — So what would Henry Morgan recommend you see in Paris? — In my opinion, the best thing you can do in Paris is get lost in it. Wake up, go wherever your eyes look, and get lost. Wander the streets until you are so tired that you collapse in the nearest cafe and order something amazing with a glass of wine. Then return home, and the next day everything will be all over again. True, this will only work as it should if you are in the company of someone very dear to you.

TOP 100 phrases in French with translation

The Russian-French phrasebook will definitely come in handy for tourists (travelers) if they are going to visit France - the dream of many travelers. We have collected the most commonly used words and phrases in French with pronunciation reproduction to make it more comfortable for you to travel around amazing France.

1. What's new? - Quoi de neuf? 2. Long time no see. — Ça fait longtemps. 3. Nice to meet you. - Enchanté(e). 4. Excuse me. —Excusez-moi. 5. Bon appetit! - Bon appétit! 6. I'm sorry. Sorry. - Je suis désolé(e). 7. Thank you very much. - Merci beaucoup. 8. Welcome! - Bienvenue! 9. You're welcome! (in response to gratitude) - De rien! 10. Do you speak Russian? - Parlez-vous russe? 11. Do you speak English? - Parlez-vous anglais? 12. How will it be in French? — Comment dire ça en français? 13. I don't know. - Je ne sais pas. 14. I speak a little French. - Je parle français un petit peu. 15. Please. (Request.) - S'il vous plaît. 16. Can you hear me? - Vous m'entendez? 17. What kind of music do you listen to? — Tu écoute quel style de musique? 18. Good evening! - Bonsoir! 19. Good morning! - Bon matin! 20. Hello! - Bonjour! 21. Hello! - Salut. 22. How are you doing? — Comment ça va? 23. How are you doing? — Comment allez-vous? 24. Everything is fine, thank you. - Ça va bien, merci. 25. How is your family doing? — Comment ça va votre famille? 26. I need to go. - Je dois y aller. 27. Goodbye. - Au revoir. 28. What do you do? (in life) - Que faites-vous? 29. Can you write this down? - Est-ce que vous pouvez l'écrire? 30. I don't understand. - Je ne comprends pas. 31. Are you busy now? — Vous êtes occupé maintenant? 32. I like it. / I love. - J'aime. 33. What do you do in your free time? — Quoi fais-tu en temps libre? 34. Don't worry. - Ne vous inquiétez pas! 35. This is a good question. - C'est une bonne question. 36. Can you speak slowly? - Pouvez-vous parler lentement? 37. What time is it? - Quelle heure est-il? 38. See you soon! - A tout à l'heure! 39. See you later. - A plus tard. 40. every day - tous les jours 41. I'm not sure. - Je ne suis pas sûr. 42. in short - en bref 43. Exactly! - Exactement! 44. No problem! - Pas de problem! 45. sometimes - parfois 46. yes - oui 47. no - non 48. Let's go! - Allons-y! 49. What is your name? — Comment vous appelez-vous? 50. What is your name? — Tu t'appelles comment? 51. My name is. - Je m'appelle. 52. Where are you from? — Vous etes d'où? 53. Where are you from? - Tu es d'où? 54. I am from. - Je suis de. 55. Where do you live? — Où habitez-vous? 56. Where do you live? — Tu habites où? 57. He lives in. — Il habite à. 58. I think so. - Je pense que. 59. Do you understand? - Comprenez-vous? 60. Do you understand? — Tu comprends? 61. What is your favorite movie? — Quel est ton film préféré? 62. Can you help me? - Pouvez-vous m'aider? 63. How is the weather? - Quel temps fait-il? 64. here, over there - voilà 65. of course - bien sûr 66. Where it is. - Où est. 67. there is, there is - il ya 68. This is great! - C'est bien! 69. Look! - Regardez! 70. Nothing happened. — Ça ne fait rien. 71. Where is the metro? — Où est le metro? 72. How much does it cost? — Combien ça coûte? 73. by the way - à propos 74. I have to say that. - Je dois dire que. 75. We are hungry. — Nous avons faim. 76. We are thirsty. - Nous avons soif. 77. Are you hot? - Tu as chaud? 78. Are you cold? — Tu as froid? 79. I don't care. - Je m'en fiche. 80. We forgot. — Nous avons oublié(e)s. 81. Congratulations! - Felicitations! 82. I have no idea. - Je n'ai aucune idée. 83. What are you talking about? - Vous parlez de quoi? 84. Tell me what you think. - Dites-moi ce que vous pensez. 85. I hope so. - J'espère que. 86. to tell the truth - à vrai dire 87. I need information. — J'ai besoin de renseignements. 88. I heard that. - J'ai entendu que... 89. Where is the hotel? — Où est l'hotel? 90. in any case, nevertheless - quand même 91. I would like some coffee. - Je voudrais du café. 92. with pleasure - avec plaisir 93. Can you tell me, please? - Vous pouvez-me dire, s'il vous plait? 94. in my opinion - à mon avis 95. I'm afraid so. (+ verb infinitive) - Je crins de. 96. in general, on the whole - en général 97. firstly - premièrement 98. secondly - deuxièmement 99. on the one hand - d'un côté 100. but on the other hand - mais d'un autre côté

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