Quotes About Disdain

I hate nothing more profoundly than the multitude... the accumulation of people, the concentration of vileness and mindlessness and lies. Much as we should love each individual, I believe, so we hate the mass.

When she saw him come nigh, she said, Away, kitchen knave, out of the wind, for the smell of thy bawdy clothes grieveth me.

C'è nostalgia, dentro, e malinconica invidia, appena un po' di disprezzo e una grande, casta felicità.

Flood conditions can be detected sooner and evacuations begun and carried out more quickly where there are ample resources to produce all the cars, planes, and other vehicles needed to move huge numbers of people out of danger. All these things are made possible by the material wealth which is often treated so disdainfully by those promoting "safety." But to kill the goose that lays the golden egg is, in effect, to kill people.

C'est comme une furie en moi, une perversion qui me pousse à désirer ce que je méprise le plus au monde.

a brazen disdain for scholarly norms and the actual facts. But it makes a certain kind of sense: you have to tell lots of little lies to promote one big lie.

General Raikes watched the antics of the nobles with disdainful interest, like a man studying a group of monkeys at play.

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.

Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me.

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

Sorry, but you're mistaking me for someone who gives a damn.

Do you know what a pessimist is A man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.

A pessimist is a man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.

Arrogant dickhead!" "Screeching harpy." "Asshole." "Bitch.

I checked his eyes and saw the familiar superiority. He was painfully aware that his world was populated with people of lesser intelligence, and his eyes told me he was regretfully resigned to slumming. Saiman.

She crossed her arms. He held out his hand, inviting her to join him. Fat chance. "Please grace me with your presence," he said as if she were a lady at some ball and he was inviting her on a balcony for a private chat. He was mocking her. She bristled.

When the tremulous radiance of a summer night fills with twinkling stars and the moon itself is full, I am slowly drawn into a state of enhanced sensitivity made of friendship and disdain for the world and eternity

I'm not interested. I never liked him. He's some sort scoundrel.

Yes, my mother was on about Byron. But who wants to be like Byron? I despise him.

I have no interest in vegetarians whatsoever. Zero. Less than zero.

My specialty is detached malevolence.

Familiarity breeds contempt.

I saw my enemies in Munich, and they are worms.

In a matter of seconds I, too, had come to despise her.