Quotes About Disgust

Surely, all his life, Bharat had loved his mother dearly. Surely he realized that what she'd done had been for his sake alone. But today when he spoke of her, there was only disgust in his voice. Could love, which I'd taken to be powerful and everlasting, be so frail as well? Could you pluck it out of your heart as easily as you'd pull a weed from a bed of flowers?

Ughhh, that stuff tastes like vomit mixed with cat litter!

And he didn't draw dog turds in the house style either. He drew the flies circling above too big, and gave them wings. Me, I preferred a few tiny little dots above a turd. That made it look less disgusting, but smellier at the same time.

She was shocked by how dirty Florence was.

When, on their final meeting, [T.H. White] confessed to the writer David Garnett that he was a sadist, Garnett blamed White's early emotional maltreatment and years of flogging at school. 'He was an extremely tender-hearted and sensitive man,' Garnett wrote, who had 'found himself always in the dilemma of being sincere and cruel, or false and unnatural. Whichever line he followed, he revolted the object of his love and disgusted himself.

While still a schoolmaster he bought two Siamese cats – a breed renowned for its independence – and tried to 'train them to place no reliance or affection upon anybody but themselves'. It was what he had been trying to do himself for years. 'In vain,' he concluded, with disgust. 'Far from wandering free and independent . . . they sleep all day in the sitting room, in the intervals of mewing at me for more food.

She smiled at him. It was her special smile. Her please go away you piece of sub-proletarian turd smile.

No one spoke of hatred of the Russians. the feeling experienced by all the Chechens, from the youngest to the oldest, was stronger than hate. It was not hatred, for they did not regard those Russian dogs as human beings, but it was such repulsion, disgust, and perplexity at the senseless cruelty of these creatures, that the desire to exterminate them — like the desire to exterminate rats, poisonous spiders, or wolves — was as natural an instinct as that of self-preservation.

Your tears mean nothing! You have never loved me; you have neither heart nor honorable feeling! You are hateful to me, disgusting, a stranger—yes, a complete stranger!" With pain and wrath she uttered the word so terrible to herself—stranger.

To me you are detestable, disgusting—a stranger, yes, a perfect stranger!' She uttered that word stranger, so terrible to herself, with anguish and hatred.

Four years later, the comparison worked in the opposite direction: after having looted the watches, the jewelry, the clothes from all of Eastern Europe, the Soviet soldier returned grumbling to the USSR, astonished at the comfort of the non-Communist countries and disgusted with his "paradise" of wooden spoons, tattered dresses, and muddy excrement stretching around his house-barracks.

Yes, I do read books but only for one purpose: to learn how to hate man and to hold him in contempt.

It is the pathology of modern politics that we have become so disgusted with self-government that our automatic response to government is criticism. Freedom is always freedom from government; liberty is always liberty from what government would otherwise do.

It made Janet want to puke just watching her. And she wasn't even pregnant.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

I would sooner stick needles in my eyes. And why are you holding on to your eyebrows?

I took a sip of my drink. It tasted like old horse blankets soaked in urine.

Así es el tiempo, el tiempo desnudo; viene lentamente a la existencia, se hace esperar y cuando llega uno siente asco porque cae en al cuenta de que hacía mucho que estaba ahí.

It seems obvious, doesn't it, that someone who is ignored and overlooked will expand to the point where they have to be noticed, even if the noticing is fear and disgust.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on.

I get up. I move through this pale light; I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me.

I don't know how anyone can work on people's mouths all day long. That disgusts me. I'd rather work on the other end than work on mouths.

A minister of Jesus Christ should not be regardless of his attitude. If he is the representative of Jesus Christ, his deportment, his attitude, his gestures, should be of that character which will not strike the beholder with disgust.