Quotes about insults

You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.

Avoid the use of abusive words when communication is in session you might scare away someone who is meant to become your mentor or your customer.

No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don’t I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.

I am reading Proust for the first time. Very poor stuff. I think he was mentally defective.

To say that Agatha Christie’s characters are cardboard cut-outs is an insult to cardboard cut-outs.

I am reading Henry James… and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber.

Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.

Am reading more of Oscar Wilde. What a tiresome, affected sod.

There is something silly about a man who wears a white suit all the time, especially in New York." (on Tom Wolfe)

An idiot child screaming in a hospital." (on George Bernard Shaw)

All raw, uncooked, protesting."(on Aldous Huxley)

He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."(on Ernest Hemingway

Kerouac lacks discipline, intelligence, honesty and a sense of the novel. His rhythms are erratic, his sense of character is nil, and he is as pretentious as a rich whore, sentimental as a lollypop.

See!” Dad yelled. “Boys don’t stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I’m not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.”I looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. “Why you little shithead!”“Are yo

If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.

[Francesca] 'You really are a few biscuits short of breakfast.'His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.'You're a few colors shy of a rainbow?' she offered. 'Not pulling a full wagon? Knitting with only one needle? All foam and no beer? Your cheese slid off the cracker? You couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel?'[Nicodemus] 'All right. I get it.

Right before the game, she strolled up to me. "Hey, Seaweed Brain.""Will you stop calling me that?"She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. I mean, "Owl-head" and "Wise Girl" are kind of lame insults.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

...the only thing that could justify your continuing existence on the planet would be if you started breathing carbon dioxide and exhaling oxygen.

She may be crazy but at least she isn't you.

She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.

Don't feel better than anybody, because you feel like something. Always have it at the back of your mind that you were nothing before you became something, and that thing you supposed to be is absolutely nothing.

The only time you seem honest is when you’re insulting someone!”“The only honest things I can say to you are insults.

A village explainer. Excellent if you were a village, but if you were not, not."(on Ezra Pound)

What a man Balzac would have been if he had known how to write.

A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe."(on Mark Twain)

Capote I truly loathed. The way you might loathe an animal. A filthy animal that has found its way into the house.

Another lesson to file away about Scotland: insulting other people in a childish manner was the national pastime.

I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat.“Get your life sorted out, you fucking scitzo [sic] dyke tranny bitch,” one comment might say.Another comment would say something like, “I know she's reading this, she's so pathetic.”And, perhaps most frightening of all: “I'm going to fuck you up until your mother bleeds.

Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

When someone attempts to insult you know that they are inadvertently giving away what would insult them.

Is it me you're describing, or yourself?

Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the’."(on Lillian Hellman)

He was a bad, bad bastard. He abused the privilege of being a cunt, as my old Da would say.’ I smiled, picturing the cozy fireside scene of young son on father’s knee being inducted into the world of abusive epithets.

He never once repeated himself and he never used either profanity or obscenity. (I learned later that he saved those for very special occasions, which this wasn’t.) But he described our shortcomings, physical, mental, moral, and genetic, in great and insulting detail.But somehow I was not insulted; I became greatly interested in studying his command of language. I wished that we had had him on our debate team.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

Mutli-tools are like insults, girls - you should always have one on hand.

Why, if you only knew the secrets to which I'm p

Being told you are wrong or insulted, gives you an opportunity to practice decency and having a non-response internally.

We just wanted to see whose dick was in yer mouth. Call it curiosity.

Valkyrie smiled patiently. "I like how you do your make-up. Do you use a brush, or just dip your head in the bucket?

You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.

We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.

On matters where it is difficult or impossible to pin the blame for their policies' failures on conservatives, the fallback position has been to hurl a slur at anyone pointing out the obvious failure....The left's never-ending use of these worn-out attacks on the character and motivations of those who disagree with them has caused them to lose their effect....At the ground level, since liberals have lost the ability to win any and every political discussion by hurling a slur, they are simply res

YOUNG MORTIMER:Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace,Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name,Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall,And welter in thy gore.LANCASTER:Monster of men!That, like the Greekish strumpet, train'd to armsAnd bloody wars so many valiant knights;Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death!King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

How well I know you by your deeds and how invariably you succeed in living down to what one expects of you!

The Lethean Library, for all its incalculable volumes, is, I know, sadly incomplete without Mr. Goodman's effort.

Some lurid things have been said about me—that I am a racist, a hopeless alcoholic, a closet homosexual and so forth—that I leave to others to decide the truth of. I'd only point out, though, that if true these accusations must also have been true when I was still on the correct side, and that such shocking deformities didn't seem to count for so much then. Arguing with the Stalinist mentality for more than three decades now, and doing a bit of soapboxing and street-corner speaking on and off, h

. . . 'twill turn your eyeballs black and blue.

Injuries may be forgiven but not forgotten.

It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.

Lloyd George could not see a belt without hitting below it.

Macaulay is well for awhile but one wouldn't live under Niagara.

Be thou as chaste as ice as pure as snow thou shalt not escape calumny.

A fly Sir may sting a stately horse and make him wince but one is but an insect and the other a horse still.

Calumny is only the noise of madmen.

To persevere in one's duty and be silent is the best answer to calumny.

Woe unto you when all men shall speak well of you.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts Old age is slow in both.

As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny there will be found reviewers to calumniate.

He that flings dirt at another dirtieth himself most.

It takes your enemy and your friend working together to hurt you to the heart the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

Calumny requires no proof. The throwing out of malicious imputations against any character leaves a stain which no after-refutation can wipe out. To create an unfavourable impression it is not necessary that certain things should be true but that they have been said.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

Abuse a man unjustly and you will make friends for him.

One of the surest signs of the Philistine is his reverence for the superior tastes of those who put him down.

Alive ridiculous and dead forgot?

I'll give you an idea of what kind of a guy he was. St. Francis would have punched him in the mouth.

He loves to eat - he puts mayonnaise on an aspirin.

Apparently he was not the sharpest quill on the porcupine if you get my drift.

You might say he was one taco short of a combination platter.

I can't believe that out of a hundred thousand sperm you were the quickest.

Cheap? If he was at the Last Supper he would have asked for separate checks!

I've just learned about his illness let's hope it's nothing trivial.

Why does our host always have tears in his eyes after sex? Due to the pepper spray.

I take him to McDonald's just to watch him eat and see the numbers change.

Mr. Attlee is a very modest man. But then he has much to be modest about.

After a year of therapy my psychiatrist said to me "Maybe life isn't for everyone."

The only way she could get a standing ovation would be if she sang "The Star-Spangled Banner."

His voice is to entertainment what the kazoo is to classical music.

Some people can carry a tune but they seem to stagger under the load.

Every word she writes is a lie including and and the.

When she told her doctor that she always wanted to keep her weight exactly the same as her IQ he gave her a lecture on anorexia.

I hope you live to be as old as your jokes.

If he can remember so many jokes With all the details that mold them Why can't he recall with equal skill All the times he told them!

I just thought you might like to know that I passed a kennel on the way to the game and your mother is all right.

You're not interesting in the least," she spat. "I don't need to be," I smiled. "That's what you need...And you're welcome to it.

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his

Sir, no insult intended, but you said to me once that you don’t like kiss-asses and that you’d rather work with people challenging your perceptions.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.

Pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling.

If someone calls you a failure it's more than likely they feel like one.

Keep away from people who always try to stop you from sharing your opinions with the entire world. Don't listen to people who mock you because you talked about who you want to be! Exposed yourself!

Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs. Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse.

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.