Examples of using "Sacré" in a sentence and their english translations:
You lucky devil!
Holy Tom!
Some man.
Some bike.
Some computer.
Good stegosaurus!
Nothing's sacred.
- You lucky devil!
- How lucky!
- Lucky you!
It is quite a scary drop off here! Whoo!
That was some storm.
This place is sacred.
- It's a sacred right.
- It is a sacred right.
He is something of a musician.
It's a fucking mess.
This is quite a place.
That was quite a speech.
Some computer.
It's a sacred number.
- If anything is sacred the human body is sacred.
- If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.
He's a big old snake, look.
It's a hell of a mobile, really.
It's been ages since I saw you last.
You are quite a man.
You're such a liar.
Tom is one hard bastard.
He's such a happy camper. Look at his girlfriend!
- God damn it!
- Damned!
We have a huge amount of food.
Some woman.
You're a jolly good feller.
In India, the cow is a sacred animal.
The Ganges is considered holy by the Hindus.
Silence is golden, not sacred.
The holy book of Muslims is the Qur'an.
It's a sacred number.
A sacred ritual took place in the magnificent temple.
People living in the Urfa region consider it sacred.
The river Ganges is considered sacred to Hindus.
See that lake and quarry, down there? It's a long way down!
The word 'aya' means the word sacred 'sofia' means wisdom
One exception was the Sacred Band, who made a brave last stand.
Color is the most sacred element of all visible things.
You've had quite a shock.
that is, the sanctity of the region is 12.000 years old.
the heart shape became known as the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
As the Holy Koran tells us, "Be conscious of God and speak always the truth."
It would be a huge setback for them.
- You are such a liar.
- You're such a liar.
Mecca is the home of Islam's holiest site - the Kaaba, within the Grand Mosque
He is your brother, they say; which interpreted, means that he was manufactured in the same mould, and for that reason he must be sacred in your eyes!
Veiled at her shrines in Phrygian hood we stand, / and chief to Juno, mindful of the seer, / burnt-offerings pay, as pious rites demand.
He spake, and quickly snatched from Vesta's shrine / the deathless fire and wreaths and effigy divine.
Every time I go to Paris, I visit the Sacred Heart Basilica, sit on the steps, and listen to the people below singing and playing musical instruments.
- The hands trying to untie the knots / the ribbons speckled on the forehead / of poisonous spit, horrendous cries / he goes vibrating, making the air pulsate.
- Both hands are labouring the fierce knots to pull; / black gore and slime his sacred wreaths distain. / Loud are his moans.
Due rites to Venus and the gods I bore, / the work to favour, and a sleek, white steer / to Heaven's high King was slaughtering on the shore.
"Him on Idalia, lulled into a dream, / will I secrete, or on the sacred height / of lone Cythera, lest he learn the scheme, / or by his sudden presence mar the sleight."
Meanwhile, with beaten breasts and streaming hair, / the Trojan dames, a sad and suppliant train, / the veil to partial Pallas' temple bear. / Stern, with averted eyes the Goddess spurns their prayer.
"Tall and great, / with huge oak-timbers mounting to the skies, / they build the monster, lest it pass the gate, / and like Palladium stand, the bulwark of the State."
Christopher Columbus disliked Spanish brothels, as he found them dirty and too expensive. Instead, he would go out to sea, get lured in - on purpose - by the Siren's song, and then have a rocking good time.
And when the first Muslim-American was recently elected to Congress, he took the oath to defend our Constitution using the same Holy Koran that one of our Founding Fathers – Thomas Jefferson – kept in his personal library.
"Thence Corybantian cymbals clashed and brayed / in praise of Cybele. In Ida's wood / her mystic rites in secrecy were paid, / and lions, yoked in pomp, their sovereign's car conveyed."
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.