In language gender is particularly confusing. Why, please, should a table be male in German, female in French, and castrated in English?— Marlene Dietrich
Colorful French Language quotations
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men, and German to my horse.
I thought English is a strange language.
Now I think French is even more strange. In France, their fish is poisson, their bread is pain, and their pancake is crepe. Pain and poison and crap. That's what they have every day.
A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.
I don't know what it is about the french language, it seems to be scared of coming out of the mouth so it comes out the nose instead.
The only true language in the world is a kiss.
French is a language that makes those who speak it both calm and dynamic.
The language of friendship is not words, but meanings.
English has been this vacuum cleaner of a language, because of its history meeting up with the Romans and then the Danes, the Vikings and then the French and then the Renaissance with all the Latin and Greek and Hebrew in the background.
What makes international cinema so interesting is that each territory has its own sensibility. When you look at an Indian or French film, there's a certain flavor. And even though the language is different, if the film is successful, it has something very common and understandable.
One thing I can say about the French language is that no one in the world loves their language as much as they do.
Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English. It means they know another language.
In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
German poetry is going in a very different direction from French poetry.
... Its language has become more sober, more factual. It distrusts "beauty." It tries to be truthful.
French is the language that turns dirt into romance.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Columbia University, where I went to study in 1993, insisted its undergraduates learn a foreign language, so I discovered French.
Zis and zat' when uttered by the French is considered charming, but 'dis and dat' as an Africanism is ridiculed as gross and ugly.
A French politician once wrote that it was a peculiarity of the French language that in it words occur in the order in which one thinks them.
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.
If we have to prove our Europeanism by accepting that French is the dominant language in the Community, then my answer is quite clear, and I will say it in French in order to prevent any misunderstanding: Non, merci beaucoup .
What is jazz? It, It's almost like asking, What is French? Jazz is a musical language. It's a musical dialect that actually embodies the spirit of America.
The ability to speak several languages is an asset, but the ability to keep your mouth shut in any language is priceless.
English, once accepted as an international language, is no more secure than French has proved to be as the one and only accepted language of diplomacy or as Latin has proved to be as the international language of science.
People who share the same language, French or Chinese or whatever, have the same vocal cords and emit sounds which are basically the same, as they come from the same throats and lungs.
The people of the two nations, French and English, must be brought into mutual dependence by the supply of each other's wants. There is no other way of counteracting the antagonism of language and race. It is God's own method of producing an entente cordiale, and no other plan is worth a farthing.
In your silence, when there are no words, no language, nobody else is present, you are getting in tune with existence.
I am attached to the French language. I will defend the ubiquitous use of French.
It was an identity crisis. I was born and raised in France, but I never really felt French, so I needed to find something that I was more connected to. I used to go back to Tunisia every summer, but I was more into the language, my Arabic roots.
The genius of the French language, descended from its single Latin stock, has triumphed most in the contrary direction - in simplicity, in unity, in clarity, and in restraint.
We all smile in the same language.
The Canadian community must invest, for the defence and better appreciation of the French language, as much time, energy, and money as are required to prevent the country from breaking up
I wanted to write in Kitchenese, the secret language of cooks, instantly recognizable to anyone who has ever dunked french fries for a summer job or suffered under the despotic rule of a tyrannical chef or boobish owner.
But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.
There are hundreds of languages around the world, but a smile speaks them all.
You get the feeling that many of my guests feel that the French language gives them entry into a more cultivated, more intelligent world, more highly civilised too, with rules.
I grew up in France, my first language was French, and I tend to gravitate towards French cooking.
Well, with the French language, which I understood and spoke, however imperfectly, and read in great quantities, at certain times, the matter I suppose was slightly different from either Latin or Greek.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
I wish that I spoke more languages. I speak a couple languages, but not well enough to really dub myself. French is really the only one, and it's a difficult thing.
The first of these phases is that of grammar, invented by the Greeks and carried on unchanged by the French. It never had any philosophical view of a language as such.
I met one child there eleven years old, speaking three languages [in Guinea].
He could speak English, French and Malinke. Speaking my language actually better than I could. And this hypocrisy - they tell us here in America [ that black people can't be intelligent].
I speak French with timidity, and not flowingly--except when excited.
When using that language I have often noticed that I have hardly ever been mistaken for a Frenchman, except, perhaps, by horses; never, I believe, by people.
My French definitely improves the more I drink, as I worry less and less about absolutely perfect grammar. I do speak and understand the language, just not particularly well.