Quotes About Revulsion

I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.

Rachel shivers with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. How can she think about this sort of thing so glibly? Is that what trauma does to you?

Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.

Will you drink a glass of wine with me?' 'The gnat's piss they serve here?' smiled Geralt pleasantly. 'With the greatest revulsion. Well, but if you like it . . . then I'll force myself.

Eurgh. She had never liked the stuff. Too many dead rats in the bottom of the barrel for her taste.

But in my own particular case, there was something that happened when I became a mother. Whenever in the news I saw an example of a child being abused or mistreated, my response went from being appalled to being physically revolted.

What's wrong with politics in the celebrity billionaire analysis is politicians. Populism is not so much a cry for economic equality, or even a disdain for elites, but a mass revulsion against the inauthenticity of politicians. Celebrities are real celebrities, politicians are fake ones.

I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make me puke.

Começou a me dar um certo nojinho dele. É horrível quando isso acontece, tão horrível que muita gente se recusa a reconhecer que passou por isso, mas a verdade é que, antes de a gente se livrar de alguém, às vezes dá um nojinho. Horrível, até porque a pessoa pode não ter culpa, mas de repente fica nojenta, cheiros inaceitáveis, manchas de pele insuportáveis, roupas sujas repelentes, hálito ascoso, cabelo fedido, tudo irremediavelmente nojento.

Shit," said the guy with the mohawk and skull tats. "I fucking hate it when they piss themselves.

Shit," said the guy with the mohawk and skull tats. "I fucking hate it when they piss themselves." He

Sudden revulsion seized Amory, disgust, loathing for the whole incident. He desired frantically to be away, never to see Myra again, never to kiss anyone; he became conscious of his face and hers, of their clinging hands, and he wanted to creep out of his body and hide somewhere safe out of sight, up in the corner of his mind.

She was sorry, and rather revolted at his dirty hands, but she laughed in a well-bred way, as though it were nothing unusual to her to watch a man walking in a slow dream.

Because of the chasm which his grandfather's visit had opened before him, and the consequent revulsion from his late mode of life, it was inevitable that he should look around in this suddenly hostile city for the friends and environments that had once seemed the warmest and most secure. His fist step was a desperate attempt to get back his old apartment.

I suppose half of writing is overcoming the revulsion you feel when you sit down to it.

I feel waves of hatred against the stupidity of my era suffocating me. Shit is rising into my mouth , as with a strangulated hernia

I hate feet, they're disgusting! What are they even for?

Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.

A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat…There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration clung and then lurched, spilling into chaos, rage, hate, anger: the desire to smash and embrace, love and destroy. Betrayal does that…Shows you how worthless love is, when its object is indifferent, ruthless, no more than a machine for surviving.

He is a Stinkard.

I hate ordinary people!

I do believe that disgust makes me sicker than hatred.

I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes … have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I've never tasted it.

Pauline had restored order after the ordeal of the birth. She had swallowed her revulsion—what a mess it had made—restored order, made things right for the homecoming.