Quotes About Profanity

Prickomo fucking cocksca. That bastard old arsehole-fucker.

Fuck," he whispered. "Aye," said Shivers. Craw almost took a tumble on the wet grass. 'Til he remembered there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand.

Fuck,' he whispered. 'Aye,' said Shivers. Craw almost took a tumble on the wet grass. 'Til he remembered there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand. Horror, shock, pain, fear, worry. None were out of place. There was a battle on.

Just a lot of 'fuck fuck fuck' over and over again? Can't you expand your range a little? Goddamn bloody arsefoam. Daddy drilling Mommy on the kitchen table. That sort of thing. Americans curse without any imagination at all.

I fucking think they fucking belong the fuck to me, I can swear too, mate, I'm English. We swear without fear. The C-word? We say that too: cunt cunt cunty cunt cuntcunt. Go on, now. Get lost, you loudmouthed cunt.

Goddamn bloody arsefoam. Daddy drilling Mommy on the kitchen table.

Spit spot was a favorite of Mary Poppins, and Harper had, since childhood, liked to substitute Julie Andrews–isms for profanity whenever possible. It gave her a steely feeling of control and reminded her of her best self at the same time.

Também sei dizer palavrão, amigo. Eu sou inglês. A gente fala palavrão sem medo. Aquele com B? A gente fala também: boceta boceta boceta bobocecetata.

Let me explain, let me go into what we in the mathematics business like to call one big ole fucking goddamn shit-eating hypothesis

It was the language that left us first. The Great Migration of words. When people spoke they punched each other in the mouth. There was no vocabulary for love. Women became masculine and could no longer give birth to warmth or a simple caress with their lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities like fog smothering everything in sight. My ears begged for camouflage and the chance to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of how we sound.

Profanity has been known to offer spiritual relief denied to prayer.

Swear words in books have always struck me as lazy and over-familiar. But the 'c' word is more than that. It's used by sour, frustrated men, nearly always about women. It's a word full of misogyny – crudely offensive.

No complete son of a bitch ever wrote a good sentence.

My profanity has an aesthetic.

But what they called him isn't fit for mixed company and doesn't bear repeating. Stupid fuckheads. (Hauk)

Why so profane, ask the bookclubbers? Because we are talking here about death, and fuck you if you don't like it: You're going to die, too. This is serious. Fuck fuck fuck.

There is no such thing as too much swearing. Swearing is just a piece of linguistic mechanics. The words in-between are the clever ones.

You gotta use cuss words when you don't have no intellect.

Romney spent the next twenty-four hours with McCain, traipsing with him from Manchester to Peterborough to Salem, agog at his inability to complete three sentences without dropping an f-bomb. (Romney employed prim substitutes for profanities: "blooming" for "fucking," "grunt" for "shit.")

Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer. [ Mark Twain, a Biography ]

He had changed. And not for the good. He was using strong language - filthy in her estimation - and had become totally immersed in the restoration of the motorcycle.

I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if, creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.

The best saints swear fluently.

To call you a whore," Emile said, "would be to denigrate a profession. No, sir, you are a cunt.