Quotes About French

Fellow has the wrong clothes and all that. French chap-or Belgian. Queer fellow, but he's got the goods all right.

This must be Aleppo. Nothing to see, of course. Just a long, poor-lighted platform with loud furious altercations in Arabic going on somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French.

Encore un peu, Madame.

somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up. It must be very cold outside. That was why they heated the train so terribly. She tried to force the window down lower, but it would not go. The Wagon Lit conductor had come up to the two men. The train was about to depart, he said. Monsieur had better mount. The little man

L'Europe intégrée, ça ne pouvait pas convenir à la France, ni aux Français…. Sauf à quelques malades comme Jean Monnet, qui sont avant tout soucieux de servir les États-Unis. (Tome 2, Fayard, édition 1997) - p214

The French would be outraged, but then, the French were habitually outraged.

He didn't sing the language the way the French did, enjoying every word.

There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one.

'French Women Don't Get Fat' has become something of a phenomenon.

I've always loved French music. My parents adored it; my father played it on the piano.

I cook stuff that I picked up from my husband's mother. I thought that would be a good way to his heart, you know. I love to cook Italian and French, also.

Machismo requires Latin blood. I'd say I never experienced machismo up close until I worked in a French office; the typical Wall Street gunner has the soul of a coffee filter in comparison.

When I listen to an American singer, I wanna listen to his music in his language, because he's more spontaneous - he's more natural - and I need his point of view. And our point of view here in Brussels is French and Flemish.

The French want no-one to be their superior. The English want inferiors. The Frenchman constantly raises his eyes above him with anxiety. The Englishman lowers his beneath him with satisfaction.

Loving the country, wanting to preserve the culture and identity - protecting the interests of the Americans in America, of the French in France, of the Israelis in Israel - seems to me perfectly legitimate.

Very occasionally, I wish I was French. The fantasy usually materialises just after a holiday, when I dream of living by the warmth of the Mediterranean, or after a trip to Paris during which I indulge fantasies of being a Left Bank cafe-bohemian.

It is as a free French woman who has been able to enjoy, her whole life, the very precious freedoms fought for long and hard by our mothers and grandmothers, that I want to warn about a new form of social, human, and moral regression imposed on us by the migrant crisis.

P 271 There's a little songbird eaten whole, bones and everything, by French aristocrats. Illegal, and, by custom, enjoyed with a cloth over the face and head, like an executioners's hood. Maybe what we lack is tradition and elegance in our relentless destruction of nature

The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.

Many a Gallic treat is based on a hearty dose of butter.

French football must go as far as possible in the Champions League.

The French are so phenomenally, casually chic!

I prefer dark chocolate. I like French over Belgian... Valrhona is the best.

The French were generous in giving us assistance in corps and army artillery, with its personnel, and we were confident from the start of our superiority over the enemy in guns of all calibers.