I grew up cursing a lot. It felt natural. My parents told me to stop.
I grew up cursing a lot.
I think cursing is a bunch of malarkey.
I was raised to think cursing makes you look unintelligent.
I love British cursing - the cadence of it, the joy in the sound of the words, and the vulgarity of it.
You've got to be one that, wherever you are, like a flower, you've got to blossom where you're planted. You cannot eliminate darkness. You cannot banish it by cursing darkness. The only way to get rid of darkness is light and to be the light yourself.
If I wanted to show family or friends content that had loads of cursing in it, I wouldn't be as proud of that.
Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
Whenever I ask Siri for directions or a recommendation, I also ask her a trick question. Her answers are usually wacky. She scolds me for cursing, which I love, but she has no problem with ethics. If I say, 'Remind me to rob a bank at 3 P.M.,' she responds, 'Here's your reminder for today at 3 P.M.: Rob a bank. Shall I create it?'
My father was a first reader in the Christian Science Church, which is similar to being a preacher. There was no drinking, smoking or cursing.
