Quotes About Spite

Sober Thoughts' is a song about an unhealthy relationship I was in with a girl, where we would continue to mistreat each other, to spite each other. We were bad for each other, yet we always came back together, because we thought we 'loved each other.' It was a young love, not a forever love.

What can you answer? Now be careful, don't arouse my spite, Or with my slipper I'll take you napping, faces slappingLeft and right.

Gossip is the sound of jealously.

That dying child, that wasn't us, so don't you cuss and don't you dare Cross-the-sprites-and-curse-their-spite-and-make-your-hand-a-stony-fist. You can't punch us, We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries;

No, there's something wrong with the mental life, radically. It's rooted in spite and envy, envy and spite. Ye shall know the tree by its fruit.

We bust apart, and say spiteful things about one another, like all the other damned intellectuals in the world. Damned everybodies, as far as that goes, for they all do it. Else we bust apart, and cover up the spiteful things we feel against one another by saying false sugaries. It's a curious thing that the mental life seems to flourish with its roots in spite, ineffable and fathomless spite.

Laura's gossip was redeemed by its lack of spite. She was warmly objective about every event, taking endless delight in action and complexity, as if she had been bed-ridden in a small windowless room for years and was just now discovering the dramatic possibilities of daily life. She sang Alice through the day.

Do you know what I did? I urrrrrinated on the cake at my ex-wife's wedding. Pissssed all over the icing. Melvin Baylor - Seven Up

Nothing makes a woman more spiteful than unrequited love.

Pelosi abuses her power in ways that once were unthinkable. Her speakership has been the antithesis of Lincoln's entreaty to 'the better angels of our nature.' Everyone in Congress - and, by extension, the nation - has been sullied by the spite and vitriol she has injected into the political sphere.

There's always someone out there being mean, but what upsets me is the spite. Why are you like that? Why are you so horrible?

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

Malevolence, like love, needs few words.

Here you seem to have won your aunt's affection; I think I served you well there, for I believe she would do anything to spite me.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

It would be absurd, a ridiculous myopia, to hold up October as a simple lens through which to view the struggles of today. But it has been a long century, a long dusk of spite and cruelty, the excrescence and essence of its time. Twilight, even remembered twilight, is better than no light at all. It would be equally absurd to say that there is nothing that we can learn from the revolution. To deny that the sumerki of October can be ours, and that it need not always be followed by night.

Termagant!" he moaned after her. "Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you . . . uh . . . virago, you spitfire . . ." He rubbed his head and sat up, grinned sheepishly. Lin made an obscene gesture at him without turning around.

Maybe it was that sense that comes to us all at some point in the growing-up process, that we are separate from our parents and must suffer our own lives, with our own sorrows. Or maybe it was something simpler, a childish spite, Let her hurt like I'm hurting. And then the light changed and she started driving again.

Then I'm tempted to die just to … spite him." "That's the spirit that will win us the war.

When a woman hates, she will wreck a dozen lives to pay back what she conceives to be some injury.

Your old man sent me anonymous letters himself to make me divorce him." She rippled with he-hes. "I hung on to spite him. I didn't want him. It's my only pleasure left." She laughed.

Spite is anger which is afraid to show itself, it is an impotent fury conscious of its impotence.

The day the world ends, no one will be there, just as no one was there when it began. This is a scandal. Such a scandal for the human race that it is indeed capable collectively, out of spite, of hastening the end of the world by all possible means just so it can enjoy the show.