french

Children learn to speak Male or Female the way they learn to speak English or French.

I wonder why I ever bothered with sex, he thought; there__ nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semicolon.

Maybe that was why the French called orgasms __as petites morts_: because the things that bring us passion tend to slip past our defenses, to creep insidiously into every facet of our consciousnesses and kill us as ruthlessly, and efficiently, as any drug.

Bonjour madame!_ , he was coming out of the bathroom when he saw her in the corridor. He was in his blue towel, wrapped around his well built waistline. Rrlene blushed as she saw him semi naked but couldn__ help looking at his bare chest, which ran down to his flat stomach, further covered down by his long towel. His hair all wet, and there were still droplets on his shoulders. She was moving her eyes carefully from one part to another, appreciating everything she saw with her soft gaze, which was kind of stuck on his muscled up chest and she wondered he must have done a lot of tour de france and twisted her lips with a naughty smile.

My grandpa, unlike Jarod Kintz, was an Elder. Now that he's dead and gone, he's a ghost French wizard. And no one knows what French wizards are good at_

Have I..." I venture, terrified of the potential answer. "Have I gone mad?" "No, no, no." She says. "Okay, oui, peut-être, that depends. Maybe you have gone a little mad, and only for a little spell.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

L'honneste est stable et permanent.

D'autant que nous avons cher, estre, et estre consiste en mouvement et action.

L'utilité du vivre n'est pas en l'espace: elle est en l'usage.

Heureuse la mort qui oste le loisir aux apprests de tel equipage.

Je hay entre autres vices, cruellement la cruauté, et par nature et par jugement, comme l'extreme de tous les vices.

Nature a, (ce crains-je) elle mesme attaché _ l'homme quelque instinct _ l'inhumanité

Il n'est rien qui tente mes larmes que les larmes.

Les naturels sanguinaires _ l'endroit des bestes, tesmoignent une propension naturelle _ la cruauté.

J'accuse toute violence en l'education d'une ame tendre, qu'on dresse pour l'honneur, et la liberté.

High heels? Painful pleasure.

We are not our own light.