Pardon My French Quotes & Sayings

As I said, the good die young, and the motherfuckers go on forever, pardon my French. — Stephen Hunter

Well that was a waste of time. Not to mention gas money and new pantyhose. This sucks, pardon my French. She'd been certain - one hundred percent sure - that she was acing the interview for the private school librarian job. She didn't stumble over any answers. The woman conducting the interview was relaxed and — Marie Martine

I found the guy! After more than twenty years of being single and jerked around and cheated on and alone, I found my soul mate. Pardon my French, but you think I give a shit about the flowers? — Lauren Weisberger

Grief's a bastard, it really is - pardon my French. It makes everything else harder. — David Mitchell

Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know. — Edgar Rice Burroughs

Well, then," said Mr. Jones. "Denise, what do you say you and I go get some mussels?"
Denny eyed him skeptically. She didn't particularly want muscles. "Doing what?" she asked.
"Pardon?" said Mr. Jones.
"What do we have to do to get these muscles?" she asked.
"Cut them off of rocks."
"Cut muscles off of rocks?" said Denny.
"Yeah. They usually cling by their beards."
Denny gave him such a look of total bewilderment that her mother burst out laughing. "I think we have another communication problem here," she said. "The only muscle Denny has ever heard of is the kind in your arm."
Mr. Jones threw back his head and laughed. "Well, then, come along," he said. "It's time you learned a thing or two about the creatures you're sharing this island with. — Jackie French Koller

Pardon my French if you're a religious man.'

'I am,' Bill said, grinning.

'Then get outta my cab and go to fucking church,' the cabbie said, and they both burst out laughing. — Stephen King

Life!' Vito exploded, making me jump. Up and down, good and bad, birth and death, celebration and devastation. If you got any balls at all, you roll with the punches and get the fuck on with it, pardon my French — Kristen Ashley

What bizarre things does not one find in a great city when one knows how to walk about and how to look! Life swarms with innocent monsters. Oh Lord my God, Thou Creator, Thou Master, Thou who hast made law and liberty, Thou the Sovereign who dost allow, Thou the Judge who dost pardon, Thou who art full of Motives and of Causes, Thou who hast (it may be) placed within my soul the love of horror in order to turn my hear to Thee, like the cure which follows the knife; Oh Lord, have pity, have pity upon the mad men and women that we are! Oh Creator, is it possible that monsters should exist in the eyes of Him alone who knoweth why they exist, how they have made themselves, and how they would have made themselves, and could not? — Charles Baudelaire

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise ... Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American writer!
Richard Bach, author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Illusions, on Sandcastle and Other Stories — Richard Bach

Sam's a - pardon my French - chicken-shit-paper-thin liar whose word is as good as a slaughterhouse bird promising golden eggs." If — Anne McAneny

I'm not particularly fond of the Summer bitch, pardon my French, — Julie Kagawa

Joffre was adept at taking advice, and submitted more or less consciously to the reigning doctrinaires of the Operations Bureau. They formed what a French military critic called "a church outside which there was no salvation and which could never pardon those who revealed the falsity of its doctrine. — Barbara W. Tuchman

I'm in love with you," he said again. "You're forever, Sunshine."

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"I'm in love with you, too, Braxton Jenkins." Tears filled my eyes. "Forever won't be nearly long enough."

"Sweetheart," he said, his eyes holding mine. "Forever is for fuckin' sissies. Pardon my French, but let's go for eternity, yeah? — Cindy Miles

I beg your pardon. Sometimes, it's true I can be stubborn.'
'Sometimes?' she added derisively.
'Quite often,' he tempered. — S.N. Lemoing

I beg your pardon, sir, said the Frenchman. I am not a coloniser.
Well, let's talk Algeria then. Let's talk about your culture and your celebrated writers. — Rawi Hage

Was it possible that a bustling display of energy might only be a camouflage for a spiritual vacuum? The thought so impressed me that I mentioned it next day to the French purser, at whose table I was sitting. He nodded his agreement. "Stevenson is right," he said. "Indeed, if you will pardon my saying so, the idea applies particularly to you Americans. A lot of your countrymen keep so busy getting things done that they reach the end of their lives without ever having lived at all." — Arthur Gordon Webster