Quotes About Insult

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

Scratching could not make it worse. . . such a face as yours.

What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?

Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!

O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy.

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me, now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass. So that by my foes, sir I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends, I am abused.

Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.

Away you three-inch fool!

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

He is no better than an epileptic corpse.

After all, would the world really miss this fatuous little suppository, with his preening self-confidence and emetic cuteness?

I've seen more intelligence in the crotch lice of harem whores.

I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure — that is all that agnosticism means.

To limit the press is to insult a nation to prohibit reading of certain books is to declare the inhabitants to be either fools or slaves.

You begin to think, maybe erroneously, that this other kind of anger is really a type of knowledge: the type that both clarifies and disappoints. It responds to insult and attempted erasure simply by asserting presence, and the energy required to present, to react, to assert is accompanied by visceral disappointment: a disappointment in the sense that no amount of visibility will alter the ways in which one is perceived.

You begin to think, maybe erroneously, that this other kind of anger is really a type of knowledge: the type that both clarifies and disappoints. It responds to insult and attempted erasure simply by asserting presence, and the energy required to present, to react, to assert is accompanied by visceral disappointment: a disappointment in the sense that no amount of visibility will alter the ways in which one is perceived. Recognition

Listen, punk. To me you're nothin' but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.

Come back here the day before yesterday, you noodle-legged weasel!