Quotes About Prejudice

PREJUDICE, n. A vagrant opinion without visible means of support.

IMMIGRANT, n. An unenlightened person who thinks one country better than another.

BIGOT, n. One who is obstinately and zealously attached to an opinion that you do not entertain.

Excuse me." The cold voice behind us made me cringe for reasons that had nothing to do with falcons or Rei's abdication. Danica turned with a smile, and I struggled to do the same. Despite how well the recent months had gone, Nacola Shardae still refused to believe that a serpiente man could possibly be the right mate for her only daughter. Because of that, she hated me as only a mother could.

Her mother had always warned her a man is judged by his best moment, a woman by her worst.

He's a bloody idiot who knows nothing about anything, but he was born with a cock, so he gets to decide for all of us.

The sad truth is that pretty people can slide through all kinds of scrapes that'd end very badly for the ugly.

I'm tempted to say this is no place for a lady like you." "We've only just met. You really have no idea what kind of lady I am. Why, you could be taking your life in your hands just talking to me.

When people are fixed on hatred they do not discriminate.

Jezal favoured him with a terse nod and turned away to look up the avenue. He could think of no possible reason why an officer would want to be familiar with the common soldiers. Furthermore, he was scarred and ugly. Jezal had no use whatever for ugly people.

You should get married." "So I can be ordered around by some idiot? Thank you, no." "Then don't marry an idiot. Marry a rich man who likes men. At least you'll have that in common.

If you can suspend people in feelings of lack, fear, anger, opposition, prejudice, pain, sadness, and anxiety, they remain dependent on someone or something outside of them to make those feelings go away. If you remain in a perpetual state of busyness, and are always preoccupied in survival emotions, you never actually have the opportunity to believe in yourself

Renée winced. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged." "On

All it took to turn a CD into a knife or a tape gun into a .45 was a little imagination, a little panic, and a lot of prejudice.

Hutter thought, not for the first time, that she hated a lot of cops. Ugly, mean drunks who believed the worst of everyone.

I'm surprised you could get in," says the big man. "They've got to draft a certain number of unqualified inner-city kids to meet their quota. That means a lot less space for people like you." "People like what?" Fidelman asks, enunciating slowly and deliberately. People. Like. What? Nearly fifty years of being gay has taught Fidelman that it is a mistake to let certain statements pass unchallenged.

Renée said it was easier to spot a moose in New Hampshire than a black person. She said she was used to being stared at as if her head were on fire, people had been staring that way for years. The

Charlie Manx laughed, the big, hoarse hee-haw of a country shithead who has just heard a joke involving a kike, a nigger, and a feminist.

I do not accept reading tips from strangers, especially from indecisive men whose shirt collars are a dramatically different color from the main portion of the garment.

Have them drop their pants. Then we will know who is a kike and who is not." It took only a moment, but soon all the men were standing, their bodies trembling, their knees shaking. One by one, they removed their underwear. Von Strassen shone his flashlight at their private parts. Three were found to be circumcised—a father, his teenage son, and his six-year-old son. "Away with them," Von Strassen spat. "Send them to Auschwitz.

Popular prejudice always dies slowly, especially among those individuals most anxious about their own deteriorating economic situation and unstable social status.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed. —HERMAN MELVILLE

To these old hands, rock and roll sounded like musical illiteracy, the undignified, untutored keenings of woebegone Negroes, hicks, and juvenile delinquents.

You know you've reached middle-age if...) when you hear 'Boys in the hood' you think of the Ku Klux Klan.