The Forgotten Bookshop In Paris Quotes

Do you know that there's a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It's called the hurting time, Jean Perdu. It's a bog; it's where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don't underestimate the transition, Jeanno, between farewell and new departure. Give yourself the time you need. Some thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.

What havoc could be inflicted on the world by one man with a lust for power!

My little big friend Samy left me with one final scrap of wisdom. For once she didn’t shout—she tends to shout. She gave me a hug as I sat there, staring at the sea and counting the colors, and whispered very quietly to me: “Do you know that there’s a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It’s called the hurting time, Jean Perdu. It’s a bog; it’s where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don’t underestimate the transition, Jeanno, between farewell and new departure. Give yourself the time you need. Some thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.

He will call his shop La Page Cachée – The Hidden Page – because he knows the magic that is to be found within the covers of a book.

A life without freedom is no life at all,

Looks like it,’ she replied. ‘Are you just trying to show me you can manage on your own? This crazy idea is bound to fail.’ Now he was blustering. ‘You’re no businesswoman, Juliette – reading a few novels on vacation doesn’t qualify you to run a bookstore. And don’t expect me to bail you out when it all goes pear-shaped.’ She sensed the fear behind his words. He didn’t want her to succeed; her role had been to admire his achievements. And she did, genuinely. Kevin was hard-working and successful; he’d been the main bread-winner for years and given her a comfortable life, which she’d no doubt taken for granted. ‘I’ve signed an agreement to make sure our joint assets will be protected,’ she said. ‘But maybe we should think about getting a divorce, so we can both move on.’ He hung up without replying. Although the lease on the shop wasn’t due to start till the beginning of June, the landlord had given permission for Juliette to visit the premises with her

Do you know that there’s a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It’s called the hurting time, Jean Perdu. It’s a bog; it’s where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don’t underestimate the transition, Jeanno, between farewell and new departure. Give yourself the time you need. Some thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.

Jacques wants to share the joy of discovering an author who speaks to one’s soul, the thrill of losing oneself in a story more vivid and exciting than real life.

We recognised each other straight away, didn’t we? I fell in love with you before you’d even said a word. You were my fixed point from that moment on, the centre of my world, and you always will be.

Don’t be afraid, chéri. Death is coming for all of us, sooner or later. It’s how we live that matters.

The aim is to gather everything that defines a human being, Mathilde tells him, to celebrate our differences as well as the common threads that unite us. She’s even more lovely when she’s animated, her brown eyes alight with enthusiasm and her gorgeous lips curving in a smile. Jacques agrees that such an aim is particularly important in these dangerous times, given what’s happening in Germany.

Death is coming for all of us; it’s how we live that matters.

Jacques has everything he’s ever wanted – heaven, within his grasp – and only the tiniest seed of dread that his happiness is too extraordinary to last, that the gods who’ve been so unexpectedly smiling on him will change their minds.

You’re a peacemaker, Jacques, and I love you for that. You want to smooth things over and you can’t bear hurting anyone’s feelings. But those days are over, don’t you see? The more you give these people, the more they’ll take, and they’ll laugh at you in the process. You have to harden your heart.

She looked at him sadly. ‘We have to try. A life without freedom is no life at all.

If you can’t think what to do,’ her brother Andrew had once told her, ‘at least decide what you don’t want to do.

Is it better to die gloriously for the sake of freedom or live under enemy occupation? I’m not sure what I would choose.

I’m thinking of calling it “The Forgotten Bookshop”. What do you think?’ ‘Very poetic.’ Arnaud raised his glass. ‘We should be breaking out the Champagne.’ ‘I’d like people to feel as though they’ve found a place off the beaten track that the locals know about, rather than a tourist trap,’ Juliette said. ‘I want this shop to become part of the community, with maybe a book club, and poetry readings, and writers dropping by.

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Do you know that there's a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It's called the hurting time, Jean Perdue. It's a bog; it's where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don't underestimate the transition, Jeanno, between farewell and new departure. Give yourself the time you need. Some thresholds are too wide to be taken in one stride.

Julián is now the bathroom of the chief executive. That day, when I returned to the bookshop after visiting the old house, I found a parcel bearing a Paris postmark. It contained a book calledThe Angel

Max caught the rapidly melting ice cream on his tongue. With his mouth half full, he said in a deliberately casual tone: "I'm going to write children's books. I've got a couple of ideas." [...] Max pulled his notebook from his back pocket and read aloud: "The old master magician was wondering when a brave girl might finally come along and dig him up from the garden where he had lain forgotten under the strawberries for a century and a half..." "Or the story of the little cow [...] the holy cow that always has to take the blame. I imagine that even the holy cow used to be a young calf once, before people started saying, 'holy cow, what did you say you want to be? A writer?' " Max grinned. "And another one about Claire, a girl who swaps bodies with her kitty cat." [...] "... and the one where little Bruno complains to the guardians of heaven about the family they lumbered him with... " [...] "... and when people's shadows go back to straighten their owners' childhoods out a bit..." Wonderful, thought Jean. I'll send my shadow back in time to straighten my life out. How tempting. How sadly impossible.

The right questions can make a person very happy. How’s your next book coming along? Your second, isn’t it? The curse of the second book, all that expectation. You should leave yourself a good twenty years. The best time would be when everyone’s forgotten about you for a while, then you’ll be free.