594 Quotes About French

Max,' I said, looking up at him, 'I love the Russian heritage you guys are so willing to share, but I'm not so thrilled with the French.''What?' His brows lowered. 'We're not French.''Great. So the next time you feel the need to kiss me, keep your tongue out of my mouth!

I'm telling you of French nights at the moment," the doctor went on, "and why we all go into them. The night and the day are two travels, and the French - gut-greedy and fist-tight though they often are - alone leave testimony of the two in the dawn; we tear up the one for the sake of the other; not so the French.

Les hommes sensibles préfèrent sortir le soir au matin, la nuit au jour, et la beauté des femmes mûres à celle des jeunes filles.

Irene gasped. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Stuart?" she hissed. "Have you?"Stuart closed his eyes."No," he said. "Au contraire." It was strong language for the Edinburgh New Town, but he had to say it."Don't au contraire me," said Irene.But it was too late. He had.

Quand tu es dépendant des autres pour le moindre geste, il faut être pote avec la grande aiguille de l'horloge. La patience est un art qui s'apprend patiemment.

Italian men are beautiful in the same way as French women, which is to say - no detail spared in the quest for perfection.

I love you," he says.She pulls away, and studies him carefully, but the words rise up in her too, undeniable, irrepressible. "I love you."He smiles. "L'amour étend sur moi ses ailes!""What is that?""A line from the song your sister was listening to.""What does it mean?""Love spreads its wings over me.

C'est pas assez que tous tu dis c'est de la merde, François? Tu veux coucher dans la merde, aussi?

Madame Reynaud pushes parcels of fish and octopus and mussels into Juliette's hands, gives her fresh heavy cream and a handful off eggs that will make up for the things she has to combine them with. Then she urges Juliette out into the garden and tells her to take whatever she likes, plucking dark spinach leaves for her as Juliette takes some chervil and breaks off sorrel. The green and lemon scent of the sorrel fragrances Juliette's palm, helping her to forget the dreadful hospital smells.