Quotes About Arrogance

A decade of self-aggrandisement, since his daughter flashed her cunny at the king, has made Boleyn rich and settled and confident.

The days of the moneylender have arrived, and the days of the swaggering privateer; banker sits down with banker, and kings are their waiting boys.

They arrived on a Sunday, two vengeful grandees: the Duke of Norfolk a bright-eyed hawk

Listen, Cromwell. You don't get a good name among the lowly by sharing their concerns and handing out coin. You get their respect by overlooking them, as if you did not understand their sort, and your own belly had never been empty.' 'I could not so belie myself.

No: these are the complaints of small landowners, and men who don't like to pay their taxes. Men who want to be petty kings in their shires, who want the women to curtsey as they pass through the marketplace. I know these paltry gods, he thinks. We had them in Putney. They have them everywhere.

She suddenly understood why she had let him kiss her in the diner, why she had wanted him at all. She wanted to control him. He was every arrogant boyfriend that had treated her mother badly. He was every boy that told her she was too freaky, who had laughed at her, or just wanted her to shut up and make out. He was a thousand times less real than Roiben.

The Grand General would mount your head on a wall," Nicasia informed him, patting his cheek. "A very fine head," he informed her with a wicked grin. "Suitable for mounting.

There is too little beauty in the world,' says the prince airily. 'But that is not my area of greatest conceit.

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope. --- "Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it petty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

Cardan puts up a hand.¨No, no, enough. Its all too tedious to explain. I declare this meeting at an end.¨ His fingers making a flicking gesture toward the door. ¨Leave us. I tire of the lot of you.¨ Page 165

We did not send for you, and we do not need you!' Randalin begins, clearly intending to give some servant- probably Fand- the tongue-lashing he wishes he could bestow on my person. Then he blanches and lurches to his feet. The High King stands in the doorway. His eyebrows rise, and a malicious smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. 'Many think that, but few are bold enough to say it to my face.

The more they get away with, the more they believe they're entitled to have.

Greetings, Your Majesty, you betraying toad.

Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

Cardan puts up a hand. 'No, no, enough. It's all too tedious to explain. I declare this meeting at an end.' His fingers make a flicking gesture towards the door. 'Leave us. I tire of the lot of you.' I have a long way to go before I can manage that level of shameless arrogance.

You think because you've got that good royal blood in you, you're better than us,' says the ogre, pressing one long fingernail against the prince's shoulder. 'Maybe you are. Only way to be sure is to have a taste.' There's a drunken wobble to Oak's movements as he pushes off the ogre's hand and obvious contempt in his voice. 'The difference in flavour would be too subtle for your palate.

Get down on your knees, Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.

Do you think he will protect you now? You're useless. The heir to Elfhame has no reason to spend any further time with an untutored savage of a girl. But think, you wouldn't remember him. You wouldn't even have to remember yourself.' 'I'm not half as practical as you suppose,' Oak says. 'I like many useless things. I've been called useless myself from time to time.

she still wears her arrogance like armour...

All this nobility is really nauseating.

A man who prides himself on going in a straight line through life is an idiot who believes in infallibility.

The duchess turned on Eugène with one of those insolent stares that envelop a man from head to foot, flatten him out, and leave him at zero.

The most national of all sentiments in France is vanity. The wounded vanity of the many induced a thirst for Equality; though, as the most ardent innovator will some day discover, Equality is an impossibility.