Quotes About Insult

Aricles and I are married. The Greek god Apollo found out and he threatened to discredit and shame me before the other gods unless Aricles refused to fight. To protect my honor and name, he has allowed all of you to insult and attack him, and I will not stand for him to be hurt again. By anyone. Bathymaas

Jeremy is as much use in that cockpit as a blow-up doll. Actually, that's not fair since the blow-up doll could be used as an air bag. (Carlos)

Boy, don't you dare insult me with that shit. They can kiss my furry wolf ass, which is exactly what Aimee would skin alive if I dared let them have you. I don't give up family." He paused. "Well, they could have Fury. I'm not that attached to him. But they'd only keep him till he opened his mouth, then launch his ass back to me with a catapult. He's like a bad boomerang that way.

Is. English. Not. Your. Native. Language? Grim spoke each word separately, and strung each syllable out. Nick hated it when he did that. Oh, how silly of me, Grim continued. I forgot Stupid is your native tongue.

Only if you're a numbskull." "Numbskull yourself! Want me to numb your skull with this shovel?

It's of no consequence to us as long as we delay them for three or four days." "You won't last three or four hours," Halt said flatly, and an ugly silence fell over the small group. The Skandians were too shocked by the enormity of his insult to reply. Erak was the first to recover. "If you believe that," he said grimly, "then you have never seen Skandians fight, my friend.

Tjonge, jij bent wel héél lelijk, hè? - Thorn

I believe your grandmother needs lessons in sucking eggs.

You, sir, are a twat.

I had either been insulted or praised. Perhaps both.

A dog is not "almost human", and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such.

At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you c***!

Bill blinked tears from his eyes, then fastened his gaze on me. "Bitch," he snarled—why they never think of anything cleverer I'll never know.

She smiled, and I couldn't tell if she was fairly to take my meaning or failing to take my meaning on purpose, or just didn't consider it the insult I had intended it to be. Actually she looked like she was taking it as a compliment, and I wished I'd kept my mouth shut.

Yes, Man is sad beneath the echoing sky; he clothes himself, he is no longer chaste, he has soiled his splendid body, gift of the gods... Yes, even after death, in pallid skeletons he hopes to live, insulting the beauty he once owned!

Millions of dollars' worth of advertising shows such little respect for the reader's intelligence that it amounts almost to outright insult.

Readers are very, very savvy, and I don't want to insult them by making them think I'm too lazy to get it right.

You're such a nerd." She laughed cruelly at me. "What?" I said. "I'm sorry." I laughed too, just in case it was a joke, but right away I felt hurt. "LPT," she said. "TIMATOV. ROFLAARP. PRGV. Totally PRGV." The youth and their abbreviations. I pretended like I knew what she was talking about. "Right," I said. "IMF. PLO. ESL." She looked at me like I was insane. "JBF," she said.

If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, he said, aloud, as he went to bed, she is lost. But I shall save her. He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark. Thrice over, he shouted: Humbug!...Humbug!...Humbug!

You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two; and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.

I have no problem with Gerrit. We had a rocky relationship in college, because he told me that I had no future in baseball and he insulted my work ethic as a freshman. I don't take kindly to those couple things, so we had our issues. And I have, I don't know, those feelings have long since faded.

I have become an adjective. There is something called a Rovian-style of campaigning and it's meant as an insult. One columnist said it consists mainly of throwing mud until it sticks. One prominent blogger described the elements of a textbook Rovian race as fear-based, smear-based and anything goes.

Being a star has made it possible for me to get insulted in places where the average Negro could never hope to go and get insulted.

You know not the value of the heart you have insulted... You, sir, I thank you, have lowered my fortunes: but, I bless God, that my mind is not sunk with my fortunes. It is, on the contrary, raised above fortune, and above you[.]