Quotes About Revulsion

She's about as sweet as a flaming turd.

I do feel visceral revulsion at the burka because for me it is a symbol of the oppression of women.

Bertrand Russell, scarcely an existentialist: can anyone really believe that the revulsion they feel when they witness the gratuitous infliction of pain is simply an expression of the fact that they don't happen to like it?

I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF

I opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It was a huge brown bastard; had a body like a turd with legs and beady black eyes full of secret rat knowledge.

On the ground the reaction was one of revulsion. One old lady stopped me in the Ardoyne. 'Son, I thought we couldn't sink any lower until I saw what they did to those two wee boys yesterday.' There were tears in her eyes. 'It's terrible, simply terrible.

You must learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work.

From the face Yberio made, you'd have thought he was having trouble swallowing a crap-covered turdball rolled in shit sprinkles.

One has to feel strong revulsion toward the wrong feeling one now has or is likely to have and at the same time strong attraction to good feeling that one does not now feel.

You need to learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work

Never hurt me. . . ." The voice was her own, lost and amazed, the voice of a child, and suddenly she was free, free of need, desire, free of fear, and all that she felt for the handsome face across the table was simple revulsion, and she could only stare at him

you miserable vomitous mass

The Germans heard vaguely in their censored press and broadcasts of the revulsion abroad but they noticed that it did not prevent foreigners from flocking to the Third Reich and seemingly enjoying its hospitality.

Just because you disagreed with the Poll Tax and detested Margaret Thatcher—" "Detest is a little inappropriate," Parlabane said. "Maybe closer to say I spent the entire Eighties wishing I was pissing on her rotting corpse.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

Rejected seed of a diseased pig-eater,' I began. 'Despised dropping from a dead vulture's crutch. Eater of sweeper's turds and feeder on after-birth. Fart in the holy silence of the universe and limp pudenda on the body of the false prophet.

Bunt was disgustedly drinking a pint of beer, eyeing the table with resentment, the dishes of sticky pork and soggy and wilted lettuce, the black vegetables, the gray broth, the purple meat. On one dish of yellow meat was a severed chicken's head, its eyes blinded, its scalloped comb torn like a red rag.

Material possession is one thing, but ideological passion disgusts us on some deep level.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.

Tout m'est egalement odieux.

All this nobility is really nauseating.

She reached for the glass, realized it was smudged. More pointless revulsion.