Quotes About Disdain

I am free of all prejudices...i hate evreyone equally.

I wanted to write about a postapocalyptic world where our civilization was not looked back on with awe and admiration, as it is in so many books of the genre, but disdained as the fuckwits we are, who wrecked a perfect biosphere because we couldn't be bothered not to.

You can fuck all the way off.

se vogliamo entrare nella via del piacere con viltà, disprezzo e schiavitù loro e delle loro nazioni, o in quella della virtù con onore, gloria e felicità" SN, 1411

What a charming little miss! The more I love her, the more she disdains me. - Bartolo

Contempt mates well with pity.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

your bosses simply hate you. That's right, they hate you. You created more and more value. They paid you less and less. That's the definition of "disdain" in my book.

There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one's head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain.

I think jazz is actually quite unforgiving in its disdain for nostalgia. It demands creativity and change at its highest level.

I hate Showtime, I can't stand those guys.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

It is generally the man who is not ready to argue, who is ready to sneer.

I find that those men who are personally most polite to women, who call them angels and all that, cherish in secret the greatest contempt for them.

I've read better fecal matter patterns on toilet paper.

No one cares to contact this random ass dude!

Familiarity, and a few dozen cheap flyballs off the Monster, breed contempt.

Give me more love or more disdain;The torrid or the frozen zone:Bring equal ease unto my pain;The temperate affords me none.

A healthy hatred of scoundrels.

We are not quite conscious of the reason for our disdain when we refer to the illiterate past as wallowing in ignorance... What divides us from them is the column of print. Theirs was a total culture involving all the senses, while ours is a culture concentrated in the literate eye.

His disdain for those he robbed was of a different variety, akin to that of a child grinding his shoe on a cockroach.

To preempt rejection she dresses to exaggerate her difference when the true enemy is not the world's disdain but its indifference. He is surely the next item in a dreary procession and cannot be seen for all those previous disappointments.

I had one word for him, and it started with an ass and ended in hole.