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J'aurais du etre plus gentille - I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret.
Esperanza, that you,
There is a certain dignity to being French.
You were very brave, Demoiselle Marie.
Faygne woulde I curse thee further, botte mie tyngue
Denies mie harte the favoure soe toe doe.
We love you Effie!
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
Florence Nightendick
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
Have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood. France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident,
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
Oh, curse you, Miniature Emilie, you petite seductress
One more thing. She wears Patchouli. Every tart in Montmartre wears it. Place Pigalle reeks of it. If she wants to carry out her pose as an aristocrat, she ought to refine her tastes.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
She is of the race of Jeanne d'Arc, this Northern girl, in her voice, her bearing, her beliefs. That kind if not to be possessed by one man; she belongs to a cause, to the people.
Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? In heaven's name,Catiline, how long will you abuse ourpatience?
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
Busy idleness urges us on.
[Lat., Strenua nos exercet inertia.]
It is time for thee to be gone, lest the age more decent in its wantonness should laugh at thee and drive thee of the stage.
[Lat., Tempus abire tibi est, ne ...
Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.]
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
If you are lost, I will find you. If you are in danger, I will protect you," he said seriously. "It's what a gentleman does, Elysse."
~Alexi de Warenne to Elysse O'Neil
Kindly go to Hell!
(Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)
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for the French clergy,
Go to hell and take that with you! She shouted it right in Amelie's face. Eve
was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie's white fury.
And then she slapped the Founder in the face.
AMISSION (AMI'SSION) n.s.[amissio, Lat.]Loss.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
I must admit that I haven't heard of the Duchess of Erat before."
"You're a fortunate man," Wolf said.
"She's a great beauty," the man said admiringly.
"And has a temper to match," Wolf told him.
"I noticed that," the guard said.
"We noticed you noticing," Silk told him slyly.
But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?
You will do well to take advantage of Madame's short residence to get up your French a little ... You will be glad of this, my dear, when you have reached France, where you will find they speak nothing else.
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
Quoi?" she had said, in perfect fucking French.
Elizabeth Spencer.
It's so French to be a cat person.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)
You write to me that it's impossible. The word is not French.
Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)
Proximity to this death makes me nostalgic for the French language.
Who loves you most, and loves you best, and thinks of you when others rest? 'Tis Emilie.
We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn't mean we have to be lonely.
Suen Le! (it means, "Let it be.
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
When I need a word and do not find it in French, I select it from other tongues, and the reader has either to understand or translate me. Such is my fate.
Reason is the mistress and queen of all things.
[Lat., Domina omnium et regina ratio.]
You are the eternal France, I love you.
Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?
Didier. Anyway, there is a man, a printer, risking his life to make tracts that we can distribute. Maybe if we can get the French to
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
Eh! Je suis leur chef, il fallait bien les suivre. (Ah well! I am their leader, I really ought to follow them.)
La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.
I don't need a protector," Etta said. "I need a partner.
Laissez les bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!)
Wait. Is this book about aliens?"
She snatched it back from me. "Yes."
"Really?"
"But they're hot aliens." She tapped on the guy's face with one thin finger. "And he can be my ET any day.
Francaise with our own proper pack. This permission, we feel bound to say, was graciously granted; which compels us here to give a public contradiction to the slanderers who pretend that we live
Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she'd bleed for Erilea.
The 'I' [Je] who writes is alien to her own writing at every word because this 'I' uses a language that is alien to her; this 'I' [Je] experiences what is alien to her since this 'I' [Je] cannot be un ecrivain. J/e poses the ideological and historical question of feminine subjects.
extraordinary life of eldress Gabrielia."3
But as you say in English, c'est la vie!
Quod me alit, me extinguit"
'What feeds me, extinguishes me
Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.
We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.
She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
Christ, what an asshole! Babette said.
And trade is art, and art's philosophy,
In Paris.
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
As a student in England, I studied French and English literature. I read L'Etranger and the rhythm of the novel felt familiar to me - very African.
stomata. The guard
Vous perdez votre temps! (You're wasting your time.)
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
King of England, and you, duke of Bedford, who call yourself regent of the kingdom of France ... settle your debt to the king of Heaven; return to the Maiden, who is envoy of the king of Heaven, the keys to all the good towns you took and violated in France.
You Englishman, who have no right in this Kingdom of France, the King of Heaven orders and commands you through me, Joan the Maid, that you quit your fortresses and return into your own country, or if not, I shall make such mayhem that the memory of it will be perpetual. - Joan of Arc
A hundred francs," thought Fantine. "But in what trade can one earn a hundred sous a day?" "Come!" said she, "let us sell what is left." The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town.
The words ending in Ique do mocke the Physician (as Hectique, Paralitique, Apoplectique, Lethargique).
Now there were a few skirt-wearing, firm-breasted Algerian women who shuttled between our world and the world of the roumis, down in the French neighborhoods. We brats used to call them whores and stone them with our eyes. They were fascinating targets, because they could promise the pleasures of
Eluned had to work very hard not to stare impolitely, for Princess Celestine was reputedly the daughter of a dragon, and thus naturally the most interesting person who could possibly interrupt afternoon tea.
We have many obligations to this good lady, who is a kind neighbour, an obliging friend, and a most agreeable companion: she speaks English prettily, and is greatly attached to the people and the customs of our nation. They
E is for the EDUCATORS, the women who taught us well.
Etta saw the way Sophia took a deep breathe, set her shoulders back, and moved with practiced grace on her way out - and she understood something about the other girl, truly understood for the first time. Sophia wanted it, when she was only ever sent out.
ellory erecius is very cool!!!2
A pale, thin, small woman, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, without makeup, without a single piece of jewelry, ascetic (viperous?) (her heart sullied by the world's contagion?) stands beside Eduardo, making him gigantic: she smiles mechanically.
The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea.
Nulle cre ature humaine ne peut commander a' l'amour. No human being can give orders to love.
The French people recognizes the Supreme Being and the immortality of the soul. The first day of every month is to be dedicated to the eternal.
Ici le fashion police. How can I enhance your fabulousness
What is aught but as 'tis valued?
La femme?sait que quand on la regarde on ne la distingue pas de son apparence: elle est juge e, respecte e, de sire e a' travers sa toilette. Woman?knows that when she is looked at she is not considered apart from her appearance: she is judged, respected, desired, by and through her toilette.
What isn't clear, isn't French.
The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.
Moi?", said I, in perfect fucking French.
Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good ... what account have I to give for my long years?
I read French much better than I speak.
May you live unenvied, and pass many pleasant years unknown to fame; and also have congenial friends.
[Lat., Vive sine invidia, mollesque inglorius annos
Exige; amicitias et tibi junge pares.]
Have you ever been to Paris before?" I asked Kylian.
"No, though from what I've seen, I'm sure it's worth a trip. And even with what little I saw I think it's quite fitting for you to be the Patroness of Paris. You're like Paris and Paris is like you."
"Noisy?"
"A mystery.
douleur, one of the many French words that do not translate into English well, which means "the pain of wanting someone you cannot have.
Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)
She is written in a foreign tongue.
Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans de go u t. Lord! give me the strength and the courage To see my heart and my body without disgust.