Quotes About Disgust

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

And evermore in the world is this marvellous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze.

There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination—you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.

And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.

Ja sabeu que odio, detesto, no suporto la mentida, i no perquè sigui més íntegre que vosaltres, sinó simplement perquè m'horroritza. A les mentides hi ha un tint de mort, un regust de mortalitat - exactament el que més odio del món - una cosa que vull oblidar. Em fa sentir malalt i miserable, com si mossegués alguna cosa putrefacta. Qüestió de temperament, suposo.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible which is also detestable

No hay miedo que pueda hacer frente al hambre, no hay paciencia que la soporte, el asco simplemente no existe donde el hambre es; y en cuanto a las supersticiones, creencias, todo eso que ustedes llamarían principios, son menos que paja enfrentada a la brisa.

There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know. Imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.

Her favorite foods made her gag, like old friends she hadn't seen in years turning up looking all wrong.

It was a time of sin. It was not a time of innocence. It was a time of physical disgust. For I remember well.

Amy decided she was never watching Animal Planet again.

There is one thing above all others that I despise. It is fingers, especially female fingers, messing around in my guts. My guts, like Victorian marriage, are private.

Occasionally one meets a Mormon with the knack of putting swear-words together, and sometimes one encounters a speck of interestingly-local profanity in the milk of Mormon human-kindness. I have not heard elsewhere the typical Mormon "I'll be go to Hell," and I have never found even in learned treatises the characteristic "Bear's Ass!" with which a native of Cache Valley expresses disgust.

I guess that the thing people say to me all the time is, "Were the leeches real?" They then turn to their frat guy friends and snicker, like they're the first person to ever say that to me. I wait for a second, so they think they've really cut me down, and I say, "Yeah. Ask your mom about my scar." Finding new and preferably disgusting ways to degrade a friend's mother is always held in high regard.

Yaln?zl?k normal de birdenbire ortaya ç?kmas? öyle i?renç ki.

Sometimes at night she would be wakened by thunderclaps of passion from her father in the next room. They terrified and disgusted her, although they were not so nauseating as the underlying slithery hypocrisy of her mother's acceptance. She'd always thought her mother was the loving one and her father stolid.

Writers (of supernatural fiction), who used to strive for awe and achieve fear, now strive for fear and achieve only disgust.

They are the most disagreeable of people. … Their insincerity? Can you not feel a sense of disgust at the arrogant presumption of superiority of these people? Superiority of intellect! Then, when it comes to practice, down they fall with a wallop not only to the level of ordinary human beings but to a level which is even far below the average.

This site sucks garbage bags full of dicks.

A veces el conocimiento da asco

I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!

Why would you even want those nasty things on your head?" Misty asked. "You do realize where that's been, right? Covering up the Toad's nether regions?

I can't read ten pages of Steinbeck without throwing up.