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“...the only way to happiness is to find people with whom you can eat, drink and laugh. That is everything”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“Though you may leave Paris, Paris never really leaves you.”
― A Paris Year: My Day-to-Day Adventures in the Most Romantic City in the World
― A Paris Year: My Day-to-Day Adventures in the Most Romantic City in the World
“Immediately, I had the unpleasant realization that I was, in fact, living my dream life, but it was a dream life I had created after I graduated university when I didn’t know any better. I grew up; my dreams did not.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“I collapsed next to him on the bed and he slowly peeled off the rest of my wardrobe. We made love by moonlight.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“Art is a spiritual practice. If it weren't for art, I'd have given up on God a long time ago. This cathedral though....is very convincing.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“Paris does something to a person. It unleashes the pent-up romantic. Even if you’re not the touchy-feely type, you find yourself begging to hold hands and grope the nearest person as you walk over a bridge just so you can say later that you did it and wasn’t that marvelous. What was his name? Does it matter?”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“Even the ones you don't like, you like better in Paris.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“A café is for “people who want to be alone but need company for it.” –Noel Riley Fitch, Paris Café: The Select Crowd”
― A Paris Year: My Day-to-Day Adventures in the Most Romantic City in the World
― A Paris Year: My Day-to-Day Adventures in the Most Romantic City in the World
“howled with laughter at this. Sandro took my hand. “Janice, the only way to happiness is to find people with whom you can eat, drink, and laugh. That is all. That is everything.” He added. “And a spoonful of Nutella each day makes life more beautiful. It’s an antidepressant.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“sometimes you have to be the grown-up of your life and tell your inner child, who is kicking and screaming, “Get your shoes on. This is not optional. We have a play date.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“I skipped to the door of my building. Is there anything more glorious than new crushes on boys?”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“Julia Cameron’s book The Artist’s”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“For them, work is a way to afford life, but not a definition of who you are.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
“For me, the journal worked best....Silence is a great way to hear our inner wisdom. I didn't realize when I started my grand journal-writing experiment that I had all the answers inside me. Sometimes my inner wisdom took on the form of Mr Miyagi, Percy Kelly, or Ernest Hemingway. I would ask a question of them in my journal and let the pen roll. I didn't care if I was making it up or channeling. Either way, it was away to access my inner wisdom, and it was always soothing and insightful.
*Write to learn what you know.*
And What did I need to know? First and most obviously was that I had all the inner resources I needed to effectively deal with my situations. And secondly, I needed to realize that I was an artist. Not the one who paints letters about Paris. The artist who is the head honcho creative director of her own life.
We must know how to design our lives. we are all artist, and each day is a canvas. Writing in my journal each day was how I redesigned my life. I became conscious of just how much I disliked my day-t-day existence. I would get up, react, and repeat. I had created a fast, busy, messy life. There was no one else to blame.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
*Write to learn what you know.*
And What did I need to know? First and most obviously was that I had all the inner resources I needed to effectively deal with my situations. And secondly, I needed to realize that I was an artist. Not the one who paints letters about Paris. The artist who is the head honcho creative director of her own life.
We must know how to design our lives. we are all artist, and each day is a canvas. Writing in my journal each day was how I redesigned my life. I became conscious of just how much I disliked my day-t-day existence. I would get up, react, and repeat. I had created a fast, busy, messy life. There was no one else to blame.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“In life, we must accept who is asking and accept who is not.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“- Джанис,единственият начин да живееш щастливо е да намериш хора, с които да ядеш, да пиеш и да се смееш. Това е всичко. Няма друго - добави. - А една лъжица нутела дневно прави живота по-красив. Антидепресант е.”
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
― Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris
“He said there was a plan, and if I had what I thought I wanted, there could be problems. He said to trust, to assume my current circumstances were for my benefit. He said to be grateful both for what I had and what I didn't have. if I didn't have it, I didn't need it.”
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“That girl peering back at me from the water was me, just me. The real me. Not the other versions I tried to be to win anyone over. I took a breath and exhaled. I forgave myself for my prior judgments of not being good enough to be just who I was. The truth was I was just doing the best I could with what I knew at the time. But now I knew better.”
― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters
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― Paris Letters
― Paris Letters





