Quotes About Disgust

You make me sick! You are offered meat and you choose a banana-split-with-nuts.

So, you see, what kept me from rushing in with an answer to you was not the difficulty of so doing, nor pressure of other work, nor the grandeur of your eloquence, nor fear of you, but simply disgust, disinclination, and distaste--which, if I may say so, express my judgment of your Diatribe.

Everyone at the table had at one time or another felt their hatred and disgust for former lovers grow without warning.

I have had enough. At last I have had enough. I wouldn't have you now if your dick was dripping in diamonds and you farted perfume. So piss off.

for the words had dampened his ardour irretrievably. It was just like being asked to drink nectar from a piss-pot. She

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is inmortal.

This is crazy Donald. When I see the prices at the mall, I just want to vomit.

The pleasure of the act of love is gross and brief and brings loathing after it

A woman can hide her love for 40 years, but her disgust and anger not for one day

Attainment is followed by neglect, possession by disgust, and the malicious remark of the Greek epigrammatist on marriage may be applied to many another course of life, that its two days of happiness are the first and the last

When I left, Lydia was prattling about new clothes for her wedding and expressing her own satisfaction that she, the youngest of the Bennet sisters, would be the first of them to be married. Wickham smiled indulgently and said pretty things to her. I, disgusted with them both, was persuaded they deserved each other.

Lamb chop, yuk.

The fleeting experience of pleasure is dependent upon circumstance, on a specific location or moment in time. It is unstable by nature, and the sensation it evokes soon becomes neutral or even unpleasant. Likewise, when repeated it may grow insipid or even lead to disgust;

Meadow didn't know whether to be amused or disgusted by the woman's shameless opportunism.

All of a sudden, Frank gagged, then BLUCK! He spewed a spurting stream of chunky blue upchuck. Before you could say Scream Monster, she, Judy Moody, was covered in blue.

SCAT!" Stink swatted the sandwich out of Judy's hand. He flipped it over. Stink jumped up and pointed. "Oogley-boogley, ugh, ugh, ugh! Judy stared at something brown and squishy on the bottom of her sandwich. "What IS that?" "It's scat! As in doo-doo! Dung! Manure! POOP!" He showed her his sandwich, smeared with brown goo. Judy and Stink hopped up and leaped as far away as they could, falling off their giant teacup and screaming "AGHHHHH!

Our bodies made us shiver in fear and disgust. We looked in the mirror and prepared ourselves to be horrified.

If we have to get married and have a million babies, I hope our relationship will be built on mutual disgust and an endless barrage of ridicule and insults. It feels like the only thing I can count on right now. I don't want something dumb like respect and affection getting in the way.

Disgust for things external to us thus provides the strongest possible contrast to the sacredness of things internal to our lifeways.

The Breitbart formula was to so appall the liberals that the base was doubly satisfied, generating clicks in a ricochet of disgust and delight. You defined yourself by your enemy's reaction. Conflict was the media bait—hence, now, the political chum. The new politics was not the art of the compromise but the art of conflict.

After the bill had been pulled that Friday, Katie Walsh, feeling both angry and disgusted, told Kushner she wanted out. Outlining what she saw as the grim debacle of the Trump White House, she spoke with harsh candor about bitter rivalries joined to vast incompetence and an uncertain mission.

Talking to morons like that is like pissing in a urinal full of cigarette butts, like shitting in a toilet full of Tampax: nothing gets flushed, and everything starts to stink.

it's true this world our breathing laboured inspires nothing more than obvious disgust a desire to flee without our share and no longer read the headlines we long to return to our ancestral home where our forebears once lived under an angel's wing we long to find that strange morality which sanctified life to the end we crave something like loyalty like the embrace of mild addictions something that transcends yet contains life we cannot live far from eternity

I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make me puke. My entire work as a computer expert consists of adding to the data, the cross-referencing, the criteria of rational decision-making. It has no meaning. To tell the truth, it is even negative up to a point; a useless encumbering of the neurons. This world has need of many things, bar more information.