Quotes About Disdain

I really hate rubber ducks, actually.

I hate seaweed.

I have always had a particular antagonism for the military.

I love other creatures almost as much as I hate people

Those damn Moomins. I don't want to hear about them any more. I could vomit on the Moomintrolls.

Sometimes I hate a shoe in seconds.

I actually hate shopping.

I hate shopping.

I don't like shopping at all.

I don't like balloons.

For men who have lived for a lifetime on a diet of contempt and disdain, the temptation to gain instant respect in this way can be worth far more than the cost of going to prison or even of dying.' And after

After she died and Becky's mother pronounced her judgment, Becky understood what a survival mechanism disdain had been for her aunt, who had few other defenses against an uncaring world. For Becky herself, disdain was more of an emergency measure, taken only when someone directly tried to make her feel bad.

I heartily hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, ans so forth.

Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.

Greed, crowned emperor, rules the earth with cold disdain for harmony's path.

Phooey, I say, and again phooey!

I have never been afraid of making patriots; but I disdain and despise all their efforts.

I know. You think you love art because you have a sensitive soul. Isn't a sensitive soul simply a means of transforming a deficiency into proud disdain? You think art has meaning. You think you're not like me.

I know. You think you love art because you have a sensitive soul. Isn't a sensitive soul simply a means of transforming a deficiency into proud disdain?

Isn't a sensitive soul simply a means of transforming a deficiency into proud disdain?

Don't get me wrong - intellectual snobbery is vulgar and gauche.

I pretty much like all music except for country. I'm not a big fan of country.

I can't stand these autobiographies that start with, you know, 'I was born in Acton, and I went to such and such a school.' They just bore me.

I'd be damn p-p-p-proud, he said, of a f-father like Martin Hopper. The girl tossed her head with disdain. That's just your trouble, Douglas Hyde. What do you mean? he bristled angrily. You know he's a phony, she answered coldly. You've told me so yourself. And yet, in a pinch, you defend him. The two stared at each other—blonde against dark—in absolute opposition.