Quotes About Revulsion

I really hate rubber ducks, actually.

Sometimes I hate a shoe in seconds.

I hate babies.

There is nothing worse than sitting in a ballpark and somebody is vomiting behind you.

Soon both O'Dwyer and Dyer were obliged to return to Britain, but they remained unrepentant, and the honours they received from supporters at home—including Rudyard Kipling, a major contributor to a purse presented to Dyer—added to Indian revulsion.

To the west, the Pacific Ocean, which revulses me, for its vastness cannot be fitted into any box.

Yaln?zl?k normal de birdenbire ortaya ç?kmas? öyle i?renç ki.

The danger is increasingly exaggerated as the media compete for attention-grabbing headlines. Scientists and others who try to dampen the increasing fear and revulsion attract little attention, most of it hostile: anyone who claims that the danger is overstated is suspected of association with a "heinous cover-up.

from any anatomical disgust

We must be ready to employ trickery, deceit, law-breaking, withholding and concealing truth …We can and must write in a language which sows among the masses hate, revulsion, and scorn toward those who disagree with us.

Roosevelt's revulsion at Tolstoy's infantile, pathetic, endearing bon vivant—his categorical interpretation of healthy relationships versus unhealthy relationships—reveals a deep-seated disgust with physical and moral slackness that would remain with him for the rest of his life.

I hate bananas so much, it verges on a phobia.

Most people don't know that I have a huge phobia of bugs. It's gotten worse and worse over the years, but I just can't stand them! Even thinking about bugs makes me queasy.

Someday, I have no doubt, the dead from today's wars will be seen with a similar sense of sorrow at needless loss and folly as those millions of men who lie in the cemeteries of France and Belgium - and tens of millions of Americans will feel a similar revulsion for the politicians and generals who were so spendthrift with others' lives.

Clammy hands and the people who own them make me sick.

You wretched black beetle!

Got back and went to use the loo in Room 5 and was shocked at the state of it. Christian the producer was not well and had made a mess of it and the walls surrounding it. Even the cockroaches were running out the door. For the first time in my life I was aware that my face did a disgusted look. I decided I'd rather do it on the street than sit in there.

... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.

The nature of democracy is such that when there's - there'll be revulsion, obviously, towards - that's never going to happen again.

Vomit and shit, even your own, stink.

I bear the creature no ill-will, but still I hate the very sight of it.

Liver is my number one most hated food. Oh, God, I get sick talking about it!

I don't have enough gross words in my gross vocabulary to describe how gross that gross thought is. Gross.

How I hate everything!