Quotes About Displeasure

I'd enjoy smacking him in the chops.

He knew he was limited, and he hated it.

His features were broad and solemn, his eyes stern except when bright. He seemed solid, wary, unassuming-a blocky muscular man whose coloring facilitated his tendency to fade into the shadows. But Vincent felt him glowering, his displeasure was like the weight of an angry hand.

It is easy to be disgruntled if you are denied rights and freedoms to which you feel entitled. But if you are not coherent, if you cannot put into words what it is that displeases you and why it is unfair and should change, then you are dismissed as an unreasonable whiner. You may be lectured about perseverance and patience, life as a test, the need to accept the higher wisdom of others.

Sometimes players don't like to be dropped and, when they don't like something, they react.

I gotta be honest with you... I hate numbers. I hate chapter numbers. I hate them.

I just get grumpy with bad behaviour.

and, 'he who despises all, displeases all,' as the Book says.

The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.

The status quo sucks.

I don't have pet peeves - I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.

She hated television but flicked through the channels until she hated it even more....

If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.

I had a monumental idea this morning, but I didn't like it.

There was a time I had resentment against everything mainstream.

Battlefield Earth is like taking a bus trip with someone who has needed a bath for a long time. It's not merely bad; it's unpleasant in a hostile way.

and felt a little stabbing impulse to kick the squire on his backside as he left the room.

There were two things that Beckman truly loathed in life: sitting in the first three rows of the movie theater and the Catholic Church.

Familiarity does breed contempt;—doesn't it?

A thunderbolt at her feet could hardly have surprised or annoyed her more. If

He hated the blue platter his mother served from, and the salt and pepper shakers, which were glass with red tops, and he hated the silverware designed in flowers, some pieces scratched almost beyond recognition. He even hated the round table and the succession of tablecloths, one pale blue with yellow leaves, one white with red and orange squares. He hated the uncomfortable chairs, particularly his own, where he sat squirming, and he hated his family and the way they talked.

The truth is that to displease men, to disobey them, is still deadly for women. But the truth also is that only when we stop obeying men do we truly begin to live.

don't like the sound of that," says Suze at last.

Fuck golf anyway. Stupid goddamn game, chasing a ball around a perfectly good cow pasture.