French Idiom Quotes & Sayings

There's a whiff of the lynch mob or the lemming migration about any overlarge concentration of like-thinking individuals, no matter how virtuous their cause. — P. J. O'Rourke

Do not touch me and keep your soul out of your fingertips ... Die into me or don't come to me at all. — Oriah Mountain Dreamer

What you cant forget... God cant remember! — John F. MacArthur Jr.

For poets today or in any age, the choice is not between freedom on the one hand and abstruse French forms on the other. The choice is between the nullity and vanity of our first efforts, and the developing of a sense of idiom, form, structure, metre, rhythm, line - all the fundamental characteristics of this verbal art. — James Fenton

If you want to be happy, learn to be alone without being lonely. Learn that being alone does not mean being unhappy. The world is full of plenty of interesting and enjoyable things to do and people who can enrich your life. — Michael Josephson

23 c Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue d keeps himself out of e trouble. — Anonymous

Absurdity is what I like most in life. — David Lynch

Any reality-TV show on MTV is gonna be fake and stupid. — Ty Segall

She reached out her arms to Blackie. The beautiful siren was calling her weary sailor safely to port. — Karen Cecil Smith

To make one, there must be two. — W. H. Auden

My cat, Kevin, has adorable habits - he waits for me while I'm showering because he loves to have his face washed when I'm done. And he also knows I keep treats for him beside the bed; he loves his treat at night before he goes to sleep - you know, like all men! — Emily Procter

I live in L.A., so I go to basketball games. But I love baseball. — Penny Marshall

Kate Moss is the best thing since Jean Shrimpton, really. — David Bailey

After school I drove to Patch's. I did the safety conscious thing and circled the block a few times before parking in the freshly paved lot with extra wide parking spaces. I didn't like feeling like I constantly had to watch my back, but I liked surprise visits from unfriendly Nephilim and devious archangels even less. And as far as the outside world knew, Patch and I were Splitsville. Using my key, I let myself inside. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously. — Chloe Thurlow