Quotes About Disgust

You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other." He was trying to look disgusted at my sentiment, but I could tell he liked being told that Lissa cared about him.

Call me Roy. Everyone else does." He liked her looks—there was no missing that glint in his eyes, and it disgusted her.

that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen!

Jill tried to reswallow her stomach.

He loathed Jimmy Carter, whom he called a "big-toothed cretin." In 1980, when we were still in Kabul, the U.S. announced it would be boycotting the Olympic Games in Moscow. "Wah wah!" Baba exclaimed with disgust. "Brezhnev is massacring Afghans and all that peanut eater can say is I won't come swim in your pool.

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

Jenks: "I can't even pix anyone. I sweat now instead of dusting, did you know that? I've got water coming off me instead of dust. What the hell can I do with sweat? Rub up against someone and make them puke in disgust? I've seen you sweat, and it's not pretty. I don't even want to think about sex, two sweaty bodies pressed against each other like that? Disgusting. Talk about birth control—it's no wonder you only have a handful of kids.

But then they weren't materialists at all!" He swore with disgust. "No wonder Marxism is dead." "Well, sir, actually a lot of people on Mars call themselves Marxists." "Shit! They might as well call themselves Zoroastrians, or Jansenists, or Hegelians." "Marxists are Hegelian, sir." "Shut up," Frank snarled, and broke the connection.

His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.

This is what it's all been about with you, he said in an even tone. All the fear, all the running. The nightmares. When she nodded, he said, You called him the devil. He is. What are you thinking, Scot? But you... married him? MacRieve's disgusted with me. Basically? Yes. Ceremony and everything? She swallowed. He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen. A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. Then know this... She stopped breathing. Lass, I'm about to make you a widow--

I was right. Cat food tasted worse on the way up. As my best friend Mel would've said in my situation: "Somebody better get some mothertrucking filet mignon up in this bitch, or I will MUTINY.

Aren't Valkyries . . . bigger?" She gave him a look of disgust. "The vampire is turning his nose up?" "No, I didn't mean it like that. It's merely difficult to believe, since you're so small." "Small? I'm almost five and a half feet tall, a very good size for a Valkyrie." Then her expression became one of realization as she said, "I hate being called small.

Anger that has no limit causes terror, and unseasonable kindness does away with respect. Be not so severe as to cause disgust, nor so lenient as to make people presume.

There are few things that so touch us with instinctive revulsion as a breach of decorum.

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So then, this image of a lukewarm man that Sonoko was now seeing, this thing that appeared to be my character, aroused my disgust, made my entire existence seem worthless, and tore my self-confidence into shreds. I was made to distrust both my will and my character, or at least, so far as my will was concerned, I could not believe it was anything but a fake.

She had to admit he was quite handsome even though he was repulsive.

She braved a sip of the black brew. Never had she tasted anything so ghastly.

tell about them kissing, are you? Ugh! What

The president and first lady arrived a few minutes later, and Trump immediately walked up to Hutson, ogled her up and down, and said to Giuliani, "Great job, Rudy!" (Melania Trump, disgusted by her husband's leering, walked off and refused to pose for photographs.)

It's sort of like not being able to enjoy sitting on your front porch anymore because it totally reeks of something foul out there. You

Three Meatloaf Haikus Oh yucky meatloaf sitting under the hot lights so gray and gristly. Nothing tastes worse than you, not cauliflower or even lima beans. And what is that weird thing sticking out--a whisker? hair? a rubber band?

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

such a strange look of repugnance and horror