Category: Feelings
Trois fois par semaine ?
Toutes les femmes sont menteuses
What a miserable liar : he was telling me the truth
Je dois vous avouer quelque chose
You teenage wolf! you male Lolita!
As far as I’m concerned there couldn’t be enough of you
Pa’ used to say : “Love is kind of like the measles : you only get it once ; the older you are the tougher it goes. “
Un virus ?
La vérole ?
Échec et mat !
— Checkmate! Checkmate.
— What? We haven’t started yet.
— You would have opened with the Queen’s Gambit. I would have countered with a Slav Defense. You would have panicked, thus exposing your queen. Seeing your queen exposed would have compelled you to defend her. Thereby neglecting my castle. Checkmate.
Un livre !
Aimer, c’est être deux et un à la fois
Oh ! l’amour ! dit-elle, c’est être deux et n’être qu’un (Notre-Dame de Paris)
Quelle est cette larme ?
Ses larmes coulaient comme une rivière
And her tears flowed like wine
Yes, her tears flowed like wine
She’s a real sad tomato
She’s a busted Valentine
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind
(And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, lyrics by Joe Greene, music by Stan Kenton and Charles Lawrence, 1944)
I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they’ve invented for themselves.
Vous êtes encore là ?
Attendiez-vous des baisers ?
Ça me rend vraiment triste
The Dancin’ Kid: All of a sudden, I don’t like you, mister.
Johnny Guitar: Now that makes me real sad. I always hate to lose a friend.
Ce que c’est rasoir !
It’s so boring