Quotes About Contempt

The more cruel the wrong that men commit against an individual or a people, the deeper their hatred and contempt for their victim. Conceit and false pride on the part of a nation prevent the rise of remorse for its crime.

The ordinary objects of human endeavour – property, outward success, luxury – have always seemed to me contemptible.

F]amiliarity with traditionally hallowed writings tends to breed, not indeed contempt, but something which, for practical purposes, is almost as bad - namely a kind of reverential insensibility, a stupor of the spirit, an inward deafness to the meaning of the sacred words.

One knew in theory very well that others spoke of one contemptuously?—as one spoke of them. In practice?—it was hard to believe.

derision. (Psalm

Reaching for his toothbrush, I looked at it and realized he'd been brushing his teeth for somebody else for a long time. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I dunked it in the toilet. That pleased me so much that I rubbed it around the inside rim. That seemed so pleasant I then scrubbed up under the rim, good and hard, where no toilet brush could've reached in weeks.

To be perfectly honest, if I had my way women wouldn't even be allowed inside grounds, and I certainly believe that if a ground is sold out and a male of the species is locked outside, someone should go in, grab the nearest female and throw her out so that the bloke can have her seat.

Never before has a civilization reached such a degree of a contempt for life; never before has a generation, drowned in mortification, felt such a rage to live.

I wonder sometimes if the motivation for writers ought to be contempt, not admiration.

He who despises life is his life's master.

Most of us continue to believe that those who show utter contempt for human life by committing remorseless, premeditated murder justly forfeit the right to their own life.

Hatred stems from pride because vanity makes us detest and have contempt for anything or anyone who detracts from our importance.

Shit," said the guy with the mohawk and skull tats. "I fucking hate it when they piss themselves.

He may be hot as hell, but so far as I'm concerned, the man is pond scum.

It delighted him that he could find no use of the word modern in Shakespeare that did not carry its load of contempt.

Her thoughts returned to Junto, and the bitterness and the hardness increased. In every direction, anywhere one turned, there was always the implacable figure of a white man blocking the way, so that it was impossible to escape. If she needed anything to spur her on, she thought, this fierce hatred, this deep contempt, for white people would do it. She would never forget Junto. She would keep her hatred of him alive. She would feed it as though it were a fire.

I do not like football, which I think of as a game in which two tractors approach each other from opposite directions and collide. Besides, I have contempt for a game in which players have to wear so much equipment. Men play basketball in their underwear, which seems just right to me.

I have problems with a lot of photography, particularly street photography and photojournalism - objectifying the other, finding the contempt and exoticism that you might feel within yourself or toward yourself and projecting it out to others. There can be an abusive power to photography, too.

You can take Hollywood for granted like I did, or you can dismiss it with the contempt we reserve for what we don't understand. It

contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. 'Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,' he seemed to say, 'just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.' We were in the

I don't even suffer. My disdain for everything is so complete that I even disdain myself. The contempt I have for the sufferings of others I also have for my own. And so all my suffering is crushed under the foot of my disdain.

To conceive of myself from the outside was my ruin – the ruin of my happiness. I saw myself as others see me, and I despised myself – not because I had character traits that made me worthy of contempt, but because I saw myself through the eyes of others, and felt the contempt they feel towards me. I experienced the humiliation of knowing myself.

Yo no sé si el mundo es triste o malo, ni siquiera me importa, porque el sufrimiento de los demás me resulta aburrido e indiferente. Siempre que no lloren o se lamenten, cosa que me irrita y molesta, su sufrimiento no me despierta ni un encogerme de hombros, tan profundamente me pesa mi desprecio por ellos.

I feel waves of hatred against the stupidity of my era suffocating me. Shit is rising into my mouth , as with a strangulated hernia