Quotes About Insult

I conclude you must be a natural horses's ass.

Hear me proclaim this, you loathsome turd from the ass of Typhon.

Using the word chic while insulting someone doesn't make it okay.

Instead of attention being directed to people and what war would do to their lives, it was turned to the abstraction of the nation. The survival of the nation in the evolutionary struggle, the refusal to accept an insult to the nation, the avoidance of the nation being humiliated or dishonoured, seemed of supreme importance. Nations as imaginary people were put before the real people who made them up.

I haven't got a gun you homicidal pillock!

Connard!—T'es un salaud!—Va te faire foutre!

Looks?" the skull said. "Who cares about that? It's superficial. Outward appearance doesn't interest me at all. Why do you think I hang around with you?" It chuckled. "Insult aside, that's just one way in which I'm superior to every one of you, except for Cubbins." I blinked. "What? Why? What's George got to do with anything?" "What a person looks like doesn't bother him much, or hadn't you noticed?

If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots.

Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!

Hey, look—your girlfriend is saying something." Artemis had a vast mental reserve of scathing comebacks at his disposal, but none of them covered girlfriend insults. He wasn't even sure if it was an insult. And if it was, who was being insulted? Him or the girl?

lick you stupid cat!

Twolegs are mousebrain

Mouse-brained fool

One of the apprentices whispered loudly, "I'm not surprised he wants to hide in a Twoleg nest—once a kittypet, always a kittypet." Fireheart bristled. He hadn't heard that insult for several moons. But the story that a kittypet had joined a Clan must have made rich gossip at any Gathering. Of course WindClan would know. He whipped around and glared at the apprentice. "You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

I'm not so old that I've lost my wits, you piece of fox dung!" Tallstar snarled.

I'm not surprised he wants to hide in a Twoleg nest—once a kittypet, always a kittypet." Fireheart bristled. He hadn't heard that insult for several moons. But the story that a kittypet had joined a Clan must have made rich gossip at any Gathering. Of course WindClan would know. He whipped around and glared at the apprentice. "You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

You don't actually know enough about me to insult me properly.

We Egyptians reject any kind of assault or insult against our prophet.

Everybody who has ever been snubbed, you know that is very humiliating.

Great humorists are great insulters.

These boys both fell out of the ugly tree at a young age, hitting every damned branch on the way down. Then their mommas whupped them with an ugly stick and fed them ugly soup every day of their lives. They were Uh-glee, with a couple of capital double-ugs.

We're all proud of you, Donnie. Your mother and me, Katie—" "Right," I snorted. "She said I'm dumber than her bladder-challenged dog.

and I took her words as an insult and walked straight out and down the stairs and into the street. Is this the end, I wondered, playacting to myself? There's no need ever to go back. If I can get her out of my system, can't I find somewhere a quiet friendly marriage that would go on and on? Then perhaps I wouldn't feel jealous because I wouldn't love enough: I would just be secure, and my self-pity and hatred walked hand in hand across the darkening Common like idiots without a keeper.

You really are one mad Irish motherfucker.