Quotes About Revulsion

Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?' His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of revulsion, and his eyes were hard, bright points of pain. 'She is my death

I don't enjoy being a celebrity, I don't want any part of that or any part of that fame for fame... i'd actually rather die than be a celebrity slime!!!

I can't stand the smell of beer.

Those two make my mouth taste like throw up.

To show my revulsion, I jumped on the tea table several times and pretended it was an accident when I knocked the phone off the hook so that there couldn't be any incoming calls.

Honey's outlook on men was sinking to a point of abject revulsion. The day was new, yet she'd already been ridiculed by a soulless twit and kidnapped by a reeking pervert.

and Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.

No one should ever be bored. One can be horrified, or disgusted, but one can't be bored.

They had also brought in a piece of human scrap so monstrous that everyone recoiled at the sight, that it shocked men who were no longer shockable. I shut my eyes; I had already seen far too much and I wanted to be able to forget eventually. This thing, this being, screamed in a corner like a maniac. The revulsion that turned our stomachs told us that it would be an act of generosity, a fraternal act, to finish him off.

I hate the rock music tradition. I can't bear it!

People are surprisingly off put just by saliva, the substance that you carry around in your mouth. You swallow it. You have no objection to it. But then it leaves your body, and you're just revolted. So it - that - just that right there to me is a fascinating thing.

Disgust is intuitive microbiology

Shrivel up and die, you putrescent sack of larva!

Those were years of want and misery, strangely blessed by the sort of peace that the dumb and the disabled inspire in us—halfway between pity and revulsion.

but my stomach rebelled anew at the sight of the separated chicken leg on my plate, the white knob of bone glistening through the cooked tendons. It didn't look like food. It looked like a piece of a dismembered corpse. Eating it, I knew, was a practical impossibility.

You wash your hands, don't you? Bayley's eyes dropped to his hands. They were as clean as need be. Yes, he said. All right. I suppose it's a measure of instability to feel such revulsion at dirty hands as to be unable to clean an oily mechanism by hand even in a emergency. Still, in the ordinary course of living, the revulsion keeps you clean, which is good.

Zombies, mummies - they're disgusting and gross. You don't want to make out with a mummy. At least, I don't.

Shopping turns me off.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

I am unable to comprehend how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.

I try not to notice the exploded eyeballs or the ruptured tongue bursting through the blackened lips. This job is quite gross enough as it is without adding my own dry heaves to the mess.

Eeww." "Don't say 'eeww.' It's wussy.

Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.