Quotes About Scorn

The prison up in Rahway is maybe my least favorite place on Earth, with the possible exception of Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia. Actually, the two places remind me of each other. For starters, they're both enormous, often overcrowded, and serve mediocre food. Rahway houses murderers and thieves, the lowest of the low, worthy of society's scorn and revenge. The stadium in Philadelphia houses the Philadelphia Eagles. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Religionists want religion's placement on the pedestal of respect preserved by any means. But religion deserves no respect. Rather, it has earned scorn, ridicule, and in-your-face opposition, as have its trappings.

Oh, shut yer face, ya idiot!

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

A pinch of praise is worth a pound of scorn. A dash of encouragement is more helpful than a dipper of pessimism. A cup of kindness is better than a cupboard of criticism.

There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man dies not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.

The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months,The months will add themselves and make the years,The years will roll into the centuries,And mine will ever be a name of scorn.

Hey, senorita, want to throw back some margaritas with me?" Maya gave him a scornful look as only Maya could. "Who the hell are you?" "Your dream come true, sweetheart." "I might puke." Maya shoved past him, her toolbox just missing his groin. "It's too early in the morning for assholes.

Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.

No corner of the world is free from group scorn.

Isn't this your life? That ancient kiss still burning out your eyes? Isn't this defeat so accurate, the church bell simply seems a pure announcement: ring and no one comes? Don't empty houses ring? Are magnesium and scorn sufficient to support a town, not just Philipsburg, but towns of towering blondes, good jazz and booze the world will never let you have until the town you came from dies inside?

The look she gives me isn't quite a sneer. It's more like she opened a garbage can and found a dead skunk inside.

Presently I somehow found myself singing. The words were mere nonsense- irresponsible babble...Humanity would have rejected it with scorn. Nature, everywhere singing in the same key, recognized and accepted it without a flicker of dissent.

Religion is either something we scorn because we are too rational or it's the realm of the fanatic who insists that their God and their religion is the only way and everyone else is dammed.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

The god Seth awakens through harsh disillusionment or scorn or through the shattering of everything that you thought was real being torn from you.

He that cometh to seek after knowledge, with a mind to scorn, shall be sure to find matter for his humour, but no matter for his instruction.

Young Reverend Ayers looks at a lake and sees only his own reflection in it; that is what God is to him. He does not see the creatures that live down deep, the dragonflies that hover, the frog on the lily pad." Auntie's face was full of pity and scorn as she shook her head and spat tobacco juice again. "His heart and mind are closed to the true beauty of the lake, the place where all its magic lies.

Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself - I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!

Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.

and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, that would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation

She did not yell out -- no! she would have scorned to do it, if she had been spitted on the horns of a mad cow. I did, though! I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in Christendom.

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

In Newry town I was bred and born, In Steven's Green now I die in scorn. I served my time to the saddling trade. But I turned out to be I turned out to be a roving blade.