Quotes About Dislike

I hate music, especially when it's played.

I've always been interested in people, but I've never liked them.

Yeah, I'm not into sports. If someone told me I had athlete's foot, I'd say that's not my foot!

I don't like John Terry and I never have. He's got funny eyes and he's a cry baby. He's also a Cockney.

In this scene, I'm talking about how much I don't like cookies.... I'm sayin', 'Listen, guys. Have you read the book? We're not supposed to be eating.'

...Don't you just hate a phony-looking stiff?" - Aunt Edna

Democracy is being allowed to vote for the candidate you dislike least.

Learning to dislike children at an early age saves a lot of expense and aggravation later in life.

My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.

Parodiando. Es decir, odiando un poco...

Sheba, who didn't especially like me, although she did serve me cookies when I was here before. I'd managed to get rid of them. My mother's cookies had spoiled me for anyone else's. I think I crumbled up Sheba's and tossed them off the porch. "How are you, Mr. Queen? I'm real sorry to

It was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.

Even so the program works. Is this not just an aesthetic judgment, a dislike of ugly code?

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all. He disliked her, he resented her, he disapproved of almost everything about her, yet he was head over ears in love with her, like a foolish schoolboy. He wondered grimly what he was going to do about it. He was not amused. Or in any way pleased.

There is no love lost between us.

The most fatal disease of friendship is gradual decay, or dislike hourly increased by causes too slender for complaint, and too numerous for removal.

I hated that I found him—appealing. Not just his appearance, but the confidence of his strides, the calculations in his gaze, his cockiness, his damned voice. I hated the ridiculous flip-flop my stomach did just now when I caught him looking at me.

What kind of person hates dogs? What's wrong with him? That's an automatic swipe left.

I found myself liking her at once. She was as plain as an old shoe. Queer how one can hear of people for years, dislike them on principle, and then meet them and fall for them. I fell for Maud Wainwright that day with a crash—braid, bedroom slippers, and all.

She didn't like his tone, his stance, his looks, or anything about him, for that matter. But there was nothing she could do about it, and no way to fight him. He was completely in charge.

I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.

Lamb chop, yuk.

They all hated Ronald Reagan with a uniform loathing, and it astonished Jules Jacobson that other people in America – a majority, apparently – actually liked him. Nixon had been an outright grotesque, and as far as she could see Reagan was one too, with his oiled hair and padded shoulders like some dunderheaded uncle.

I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me," he said, smiling again, this time almost as though embarrassed, or something. "But there's no reason we can't be friends. And your sister …" "I don't have to like you," Dara said, moving past him, a blast of the leather scent in her face. "You'll be gone soon.