Quotes About Disgust

It was dog food. Beef livers with onions in a can. You open it up and it looks like vomit.

The flies were in love with me: they loved me like I was a piece of donkey shit.

Would you really eat a hairy spider anyway?

Oooom-yum?" Bumblebee inquired, reaching for it. "Eeee?" "No," Cricket said. "GROSS, Bumblebee!" "GWOSE!" Bumblebee cried, waking up an anaconda as thick as Sundew's tail in the next tree over.

Frog-faced blobs of camel spit?

I also wouldn't have eaten that thing this morning that looked like a slug and turned out to be a slug.

I'mjustsayingshe'dbeallright," he mumbled, subsiding. Blister looked mildly disgusted.

He wished only to live as a free man upon the fruits of his labor, and grow old in the natural rhythms of the earth; instead of which he was cursed, so he felt, always to be an object of disgust, or horror, which is only disgust with a portion of fear superadded- always to be in the eyes of the world a monster.

Leaders therefore need to be able to calm their own fight/ flight/ freeze emotions of anger, disgust, shame and sadness, but most especially of fear so that they don't get passed on to others.

Rejected seed of a diseased pig-eater,' I began. 'Despised dropping from a dead vulture's crutch. Eater of sweeper's turds and feeder on after-birth. Fart in the holy silence of the universe and limp pudenda on the body of the false prophet.

Bunt was disgustedly drinking a pint of beer, eyeing the table with resentment, the dishes of sticky pork and soggy and wilted lettuce, the black vegetables, the gray broth, the purple meat. On one dish of yellow meat was a severed chicken's head, its eyes blinded, its scalloped comb torn like a red rag.

A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

The brains of the undead do nothing for me. The taste is vile, nothing like the juicy, enticing brains of the living.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

We came home to hatred and disgust and…maybe even worse, indifference.

Damn it, why couldn't I have a photographic memory! Thank God you don't, Caleb exclaimed in a disgusted tone. What makes you say that? Reuben demanded hotly. Because then she'd be calling you Ruby, and I'd have to be sick to my stomach.

Material possession is one thing, but ideological passion disgusts us on some deep level.

Being the worst confirmation of the worst kind of generation gap stereotype and parental disgust for their decadent, wastoid kids

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.

There is nothing that the mature hate more, there is nothing that disgusts them more, than immaturity

Once a Ranger, always a Ranger, he thought in disgust. Life's basics were pretty much centered around war, beer, and sex—the order subject to change with the terrain. The terrain standing in front of him in nothing but thin silk and telling eyes shuffled sex to the top of the list. Which proved another Ranger axiom: The little head did most of the thinking.