Swearing Quotes

Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the F-word... nothing actually happens.

~ Richard Curtis

Swearing is a currency the countryside spends well.

~ Michelle Franklin

I'm a heart surgeon, sure, but I'm just a mechanic. I go in and I fuck around and I fix things. Shit.

~ Raymond Carver

Taking up marriage is a good excuse for taking up cursing.These is my words

~ Nancey E. Turner

May i have pain,but I don't have regret,that for whom I left all that person my beloved betrayed me.more I have regret for that child who's mother don't love and don't care and worry about his life.and betrayed him by broke his swears

~ Mohammed Zaki Ansari

Eagles, buffalos and deserts vast, it’s no good living in the fucking past.

~ Mark Jackman

Apparently profanity had a way of making men listen.

~ Megan Shepherd

I didn’t bring you up to speak as if your mouth were filled with sewage.

~ Diane Samuels

Cussing like a commoner wasn't something I was tested on. I picked that habit up outside of high school.

~ S.a. Tawks

Damn, the good words are all asterisked!”“The men only understand the asterisks. My worry is if they understand the rest!

~ Pawan Mishra

Because of social strictures against even the mildest swearing, America developed a particularly rich crop of euphemistic expletives - darn, durn, goldurn, goshdad, goshdang, goshawful, blast, consarn, confound, by Jove, by jingo, great guns, by the great horn spoon (a nonce term first cited in the Biglow Papers), jo-fired, jumping Jehoshaphat, and others almost without number - but even this cautious epithets could land people in trouble as late as the 1940s.

~ Bill Bryson

That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

~ William Shakespeare

More then me you betrayed to God Because you said Tujkh mai rab dikhta hai ( i see my God in you)

~ Mohammed Zaki Ansari

Fricking son of a popcorn pimp!

~ Pawan Mishra

Francie had heard swearing since she had heard words. Obscenity and profanity had no meaning as such among those people. They were emotional expressions of inarticulate people with small vocabularies; they made a kind of dialect. The phrases could mean many things according to the expression and tone used in saying them. So now, when Francie heard themselves called lousy bastards, she smiled tremulously at the kind man. She knew that he was really saying, “Goodbye—God bless you.

~ Betty Smith

He smelled the smells of commerce and listened to the cursing of the sailors, both of which he admired: the former, as it reeked of wealth, and the latter because it combined his two other chief preoccupations, these being theology and anatomy.

~ Roger Zelazny

Pardon my French if you're a religious man.''I am,' Bill said, grinning.'Then get outta my cab and go to fucking church,' the cabbie said, and they both burst out laughing.

~ Stephen King

I swear by the self-assurance with which elderly men sitting in public tilt sideways to allow the gas to escape loudly.

~ Pawan Mishra

I looked up from the ground and glared at Scarlett, who helped Steven stand up. “You bitch.” I growled, sitting up. She looked back at me and walked over to where I was. I kept my glare on her, and just as I was about to stand up, her foot came and hit me in the face. I flung back around and my vision started to blur as my head hit the ground. I heard the squishing noise of Scarlett’s heels against the wet ground and her say her last words to me: “See you in a while, Aiyanna. We’ll do lunch.” And then they were gone, just like that. That’s when I couldn’t hold on any longer and I let the blackness consume me.

~ Sara Massa

...if you've never been cussed out by a Siamese, you don't know what profanity is all about!

~ Lilian Jackson Braun

See!” Dad yelled. “Boys don’t stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I’m not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.”I looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. “Why you little shithead!”“Are you all right?” Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.“Did you just punch my dad?” I couldn’t help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.“Yes,” Wesley admitted.“How dare you touch me!” Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. “How dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!”I’d never heard my father swear like that before.“Come on,” Wesley said, helping me to my feet. “Let’s get out of here. You’re coming with me.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.

~ Kody Keplinger

Swearing, d’Angelo entered the elevator. Fortunately, that was also still in order. When he got to the bridge, everything looked pretty ordinary – except for the third body of the day, which was lying spread-eagled on the deck with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. Jang was dead, although d’Angelo couldn’t see the cause, but then, he was no doctor. He sighed dismally. Now he hadn’t a navigator either. Or a crew for that matter.

~ Christina Engela