Quotes About Mockery

A person who does not make good amount of money and enjoy luxury in spite of making own name reach across the world to get it published at various blogs & books, is only made mockery by the people and then any tom, dick & harry try to teach or preach him as what he lacks in his competency to be a legendary.

A person who goes often abroad for medical treatment makes indirectly the mockery of the healthcare facility and the quality of doctors of own country only.

A person who loves merely own face always becomes the face of the campaign or a noble cause as its ambassador and ever bigger mockery than this is that none objects to it.

Comedy is about making mockery of the hypocrisy of the society.

Selfish are so foolish to think that his friends praise his face but the case might be that almost all of them are just making fun of him through their support on his social media networking post.

The best find is that it is not the people with the mind but the FOOLS who make fun of a person with a soulful heart; because if they had a brain in their head, then it would rather and better train them to differentiate between the right and the wrong to know who is truly good to them on one's part.

When a fox gives the sermon, the wolves are largely there in the congregation to offer him a fake appreciation on his oration and quotation, but later on that audience only makes a big fun of him in his absence.

Humor is... despair refusing to take itself seriously.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health...

Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health; everything unconditional belongs in pathology.

The more thoroughly a person understands life, the less he will mock, though in the end he might still mock the thoroughness of his understanding.

Their mockery is something like we hear today. "Germany prays to God; America prays to God; England prays to God: On whose side is God?" The implication being that God must necessarily be a geographical Deity restricted to one people, one race, and one nation. The answer to that taunt is, of course, that if we prayed as we should, we would all be on the same side because the perfect prayer is: "Thy will be done.

People are always saying, 'You use irony,' and it's like, actually, we don't use irony: we use wit and playfulness and irreverence.

I did have that happen when I was with the Celtics once - I was there late and no one woke me up when I fell asleep in a chair. But at the Celtics they didn't like me as much, so they let me snooze away and made fun of me.

With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart of a King. I live free, I enjoy myself, I can call myself happy.

You label somebody 'New Age,' and that's automatic mockery: 'She cannot possibly be a serious thinker.'

I found in them the qualities I looked for in professional writers and artists of all kinds, a total dedication to their work, not necessarily obvious but discernible all the same, compassion, intelligence rather than intellect, and that peculiar attitude to the world in general, half of mockery, half of deep concern...

Uop?e nisu bili loši ljudi. Samo su bili isprazna stvorenja. Sve neprimjereno što bi uradili dolazilo je odatle. Pred zijevaju?om prazninom svoje vlastite unutrašnjosti mogu su osvijestiti svoju li?nost i zadovoljiti se samo dok druge ljude tretiraju kao nevažne, vrije?aju ih i smiju im se.

He lacked the energy to work the crowd, he was fresh out of innocuous drivel... Saggy boobs, ran the thought balloon in his head. Bunfaced tofubrain. Thumbsucking posterboy. Fridgewoman. Sell his granny. Wobble-bummed bovine. Bladderheaded jerk.

So much for the gods not wanting me to suffer. They all tease. I might as well have been a stray dog, pelted with stones or with its tail set alight for their amusement. Not the fat and bones of animals, but our suffering, is what they love to savour.

For all his exasperating qualities, she grew to look forward to his calls. There was something exciting about him that she could not analyze, something different from any man she had ever known. There was something breathtaking in the grace of his big body which made his very entrance into a room like an abrupt physical impact, something in the impertinence and bland mockery of his dark eyes that challenged her spirit to subdue him.

If you don't like me, why do you waste your time making fun of me?

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.