Quotes About Mockery

Gibbon's breathtaking chapter on early Christianity (volume I, chapter 15 of his Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire) or in Candide, Voltaire's devastating mockery of Leibniz's claim that 'all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds'.m

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

If I had a sense of humor, I'd be laughing right now.

You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.

He looks at me. She lifted her chin belligerently, silently daring MaryAnn to laugh. If MaryAnn's eyebrow could have risen any higher it would have reached her hairline. Her mouth twitched, and she hastily bit the end of her pen. Oh, my. The bastard.

Mockery of religion is one of the most essential things…one of the beginnings of the human emancipation is the ability to laugh at authority, its indispensable

también se adelantó a Freud al ridiculizar la idea de disponer de antemano ritos funerarios y monumentos conmemorativos, todos los cuales manifestaban el vano e inútil deseo de estar presente de algún modo en el propio funeral.

Inside, I was like: Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter!

The dull always seek to be clever at the fool's expense, to somehow repay him for his cutting wit, but never are they clever, and often they are cruel.

fate has a cruel sense of humor

It was naught but a flesh wound.

Si realmente quisiera tomarte el pelo te dejaría calvo.

But if there is no cosmic Plan? What a mockery, to live in exile when no one sent you there. Exile from a place, moreover, that does not exist.

For such is the fate of parody: it must never fear exaggerating. If it strikes home, it will only prefigure something that others will then do without a smile--and without a blush--in steadfast virile seriousness.

Chi ride è malvagio solo per chi crede in ciò di cui si ride.

With irony we say the opposite of truth.

he had no affection left in his life—only the pitiful mockery of it in the camaraderie of vice.

but they know that's all bait for suckers, and if you could hear them laughing at you behind your back, you'd realize how you're being used.

Perfect worlds do not exist. There are only the funny, strange, weeping, singing, truncated, and imperfect universes created by the gods of paintbrush and musical instruments, the gods who infuse their creations with their own blood, their own soul. When he looks at these worlds, the true Lord of Hosts, the creator of the universe, probably cannot help but smile mockingly

Besides, to be fair to him, his viciousness was perhaps not innate. From his earliest steps among men he had felt, then seen himself the object of jeers, condemnation, rejection. Human speech for him always meant mockery and curses. As he grew older he had found nothing but hatred around him. He had caught it. He had acquired the general viciousness. He had picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded.

Seated on a paving-stone near Enjolras, Courfeyrac continued to jeer at the cannon, and every passage of that sinister cloud of projectiles that is called grapeshot, accompanied by its monstrous din, drew from him an ironical comment. 'You're wearing yourself out, you poor old brute. You're getting hoarse. You're not thundering, only spluttering. It's breaking my heart.' His remarks were greeted with laughter.

Men and deeds were brought to judgment there. They jeered at the age, which released them from the necessity of understanding it.

Everything can be parodied, even parody.

Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!