Quotes About Hostility

In the working of this parallel and in the tracing of the archetypal machine through later Western history, I found that many obscure irrational manifestations in our own highly mechanized and supposedly rational culture became strangely clarified. For in both cases, immense gains in valuable knowledge and usable productivity were cancelled out by equally great increases in ostentatious waste, paranoid hostility, insensate destructiveness, hideous random extermination.

A personal over-concentration upon power as an end in itself is always suspect to the psychologist: he reads into it an attempt to conceal inferiority, impotence, anxiety. When this tendency is combined with inordinate ambitions, uncontrolled hostility and suspicion, and a loss of any sense of the subject's own limitations, leading to 'delusions of grandeur,' this becomes the typical syndrome of paranoia: one of the most difficult psychological states to exorcise.

Iran did not talk to the United States for 35 years. And now we are talking. And I believe these talks are useful. But they haven't produced the intended results. We have not seen an end to the hostility that has been exhibited in the United States against Iran. And I believe it is important that we see some of that.

People back down because the libel system is so utterly hostile to journalists, bloggers, scientists. The smart thing is not to fight.

Moreover, behind this vague tendency to treat religion as a side issue in modern life, there exists a strong body of opinion that is actively hostile to Christianity and that regards the destruction of positive religion as absolutely necessary to the advance of modern culture.

Gombrowicz, Nabokov, Svevo, Schnitzler, Canetti. How is it that the greatest are, in their varying degrees, violently hostile to psychoanalysis? And, ultimately, towards the end of his life, Freud himself ?

Never, shrieked Paul, would he consent to meet the "filthy Jew": he was coming along tomorrow at the appointed hour to slap his face.

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

The other kids threw bars of soap at her, pushed one another into her path and wrote graffiti about her on the bathroom walls. In return, she cursed them out in Latin.

Resentment increased on both sides, until any little accident could flare up into a fight.

Grantland Rice can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.

If the playwright is strong enough to hold on to reasonable objectivity in the face of either hostility or praise, he'll do his work the way he was going to anyway.

Any opposing gym we go into, I want them to hate me. At the end of the game, I want to be beating their team so bad that they should hate me.

Let my enemies devour each other.

Wherever you look - especially on social media - we see hate; there is shouting and daily outrage.

Every time you see a black romance, it's over-the-top. There always has to be extreme hostility between the sexes. He has to cheat. She has to show him how independently strong she is, not just as a woman but as a black woman.

A civil war is anything but civil.

Somehow, when his duties had consisted of killing hostile Sioux and Cheyenne, Zane had been able to justify the situation. Those groups were warring against the wagon trains and refusing to follow government instructions. Many tribes saw the whites as an impossible threat, refusing to even try to get along. But the Blackfoot had been friendly. For the most part. Mountain

By voter registration, D.C. is the most Democratic city in America. Yet the instincts of the people who live there are deeply conservative. Washingtonians hate change. More than anything, they hate to be told they're wrong, or their ideas are stupid, especially when they are. This explains much of official Washington's hostility to Donald Trump.

It turned out, though, that there was one thing Burn loved more than mutilating animals, and that was war.

Slow, despicable humans. Perhaps I will rip off their toes.

Oh, the odious wench. How I wish I were rid of her. I have always loathed women, from clew to earring; hook, line and sinker; root and branch. I always said this would happen, you remember; I was against it from the start. Damn it for a flibbertigibbet, the hussy.

Good heavens,' cried Mr White. 'To fire great iron balls at people you have never even spoken to – barbarity is come again.

He could not feel at ease with gourmets and hedonists; they were a hostile species.