Quotes About Mock

Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.

And I mock at my heart - and then do what it demands.

So today those who scorn to go to school to Christ and to train themselves in listening to the Word, really mock God himself and judge both the law and the prophets — and even the gospel itself — as without value.

My life has been given its orders: the seasons seize the soul and the body, and make mock of any dispersed effort. The hour of death is the only trespass

Those who lock their mouth with mask and mock the talk, which states that pandemic is one of the biggest frauds and fooling propaganda,will be in dump in the years to come and themselves become a laughing stock

Sir said Mrs. Meade indignantly. There are NO deserters in the Confederate army. I beg your pardon, said Rhett with mock humility. I meant those thousands on furlough who FORGOT to rejoin their regiments and those who have been over their wounds for six months but who remain at home, going about their usual business or doing the spring plowing.

He gestured stiffly at the target. "Just get on with your shooting." She shook her head in mock disbelief. "Boy, you must have been so dumb." "Any time you're ready to shoot will be fine.

To mock at her form was an indirect accusation of her Creator, who framed her after the fashion He liked best, and gave her a mind that far excelled the transient endowments of perishable flesh.

In a final spectacle, a mock sea battle was staged on the Seine between rival "French" and "Portuguese" fleets

He did not mock her service, even by implication, even when he did not condone the means by which she served.

But I am lost in flesh, whose sugared lies, Still mock me and grow bold: Sure thou didst put a mind there, if I could Find where it lies.

O time! whose verdicts mock our own, the only righteous judge art thou!

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

If we turn from contemplating the world as a whole, and, in particular, the generations of men as they live their little hour of mock-existence and then are swept away in rapid succession; if we turn from this, and look at life in its small details, as presented, say, in a comedy, how ridiculous it all seems!

What a bad conscience religion must have is to be judged by the fact that it is forbidden under pain of such severe punishment to mock it. - On Religion

The bristling eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. Mesmerized, the boy watched them disappear under the hanging thatch of white hair. There, almost coyly, they remained just out of sight for a moment, before suddenly descending with a terrible finality and weight.

How long, O God, will we go on with a mock Christianity that takes the tribalism of our world for granted? How long, O God, will we be satisfied with the way things are? How long, O God, will we try to "make some difference in the world" while leaving the basic patterns of the world unaffected? How long, O God will we take consolation in numbers, buildings, and structures, when millions of your children are dying? How long, O Sovereign Lord, will we remain blind to the lessons of history?

Oh, it's Applekit!" Cinderpelt yelped in mock astonishment. "I thought for a heartbeat there was a giant burr chasing me. Never mind. When we stop, I'll help you untangle them.

No disrespect to 'The Bachelor' and things like that because I am a big believer in the process, but it's also not reality. It's a very beautiful, engineered environment. It does work, has worked; people have been born as results. You certainly cannot mock the process. I have no regrets.

It is perfectly acceptable in a free and liberal society to criticize, debate, mock, and reject any ideology.

bottom half of the page had descended into a doodle of a tiny man giving the middle finger to a giant, angry eagle with razor-sharp talons. Beneath it, the caption: To Mock a Killing Bird. Sadly, this was the best idea I'd had in weeks.

Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.

I would stare at the statue's distant shape, perhaps daring it to do something—strike me down if it wanted, or show some other sign of sentience—and, after an uneventful interregnum, I would turn away, never with satisfaction. The statue seemed to mock me with its muteness and its immobility, as though offering the promise, if of anything, not of redemption, but rather of a reckoning, and at a time of its choosing, not of mine.

When the irreverent satirists began to mock the new Bolshevik regime, however, Latvian Riflemen in the audience shot up the premises and began to chase Bim and Bom. The audience laughed, assuming it was part of the act. The clowns would be arrested.