Best 118 quotes in «dislike quotes» category

It's not that I dislike the police, but I would never go to the police for anything. It's just that I prefer not..., not calling them.

It's very hard to find someone who's successful and dislikes what they do.

I've discovered I can't make a film about people I dislike.

Love is a far more dangerous motive than dislike.

I've got a great dislike of reunions. It's a little like trying to go back and relive the best parts of your life, but you can't do it. Nothing is ever the same.

I've never had a dislike for men. I've been badly treated by some. But I've been loved greatly by some. I married a lot of them.

No, seriously, I really don't have much ill-will toward anyone these days; I just ignore the people that I dislike

Many people persist in the wrong job, trying year after year to get good at what they're bad at or at what they dislike. Like marrying the wrong person, working in the wrong job is a prescription for a life of toil-and-groan.

Not everything I dislike should be destroyed, some of it should simply be moved farther away.

Most people dislike vanity in others, whatever share they have of it themselves.

Nobody dislikes war more than warriors.

People dislike uncertainty so much that they will impose an order on it even when it doesn't exist.

Out of Dostoevsky: Kafka. Out of Tolstoy: Margaret Mitchell. (in conversation, explaining his dislike for Tolstoy)

The furthest possible thing from the truth is that I hate or dislike women.

Politics is not an issue whether you like or dislike , but every citizen must involve.

The English and Americans dislike only some Irish--the same Irish that the Irish themselves detest, Irish writers--the ones that think.

There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

The gods are fond of the cryptic and dislike the evident.

There are things I like, there are things I strongly dislike. In my DJ sets and in my production I just gravitate towards what I like.

The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike the melancholy.

There's always going to be somebody who takes a dislike to you and you can't waste time worrying about it.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.

To have the same likes and dislikes, therein consists the firmest bond of friendship.

The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.

Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.

we dislike those we've injured.

What we dislike in others is often a weakness in our own lives.

Dislike is much easier to handle than sympathy.

He gives me the impression of being a spoilt child. (on Liszt)

He mentioned that he didn't like Jack Kerouac either, but this wasn't quite true. "I don't like people who like Jack Kerouac," he clarified.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me. The Man from Archangel

The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.

When we find that we are not liked, we assert that we are not understood; when probably the dislike we have excited proceeds from our being too fully comprehended.

You know I dislike slavery; and you fully admit the abstract wrong of it.

Abhorrence is the cause for conflicts. God has said, ‘Do no abhorrence. If you don’t like it, ignore it’.

After all, hadn't she been the one to pursue him? And Madame Dupuy had done it with a vigor that most women would have been too ashamed to display.

A lot of people have it in for me. It's practically a school sport.

A myopic monster, dislike may discolour our vision but it impels us towards understanding people better.

Ana Magdalena nods. For an instant the blue eyes fix on his. 'She sees straight through me', he thinks with a jolt. 'Sees through me and doesn't like me'. It hurts him. It is not something he is used to, being disliked, and being disliked moreover on no grounds. But perhaps it is not a personal dislike. Perhaps the woman dislikes the fathers of all her students, as rivals to her authority. Or perhaps she simply dislikes men, all save the invisible Arroyo. Well, if she dislikes him he dislikes her too. It surprises him: he does not often take a dislike to a woman, particularly a beautiful woman. And this woman is beautiful, no doubt about that, with the kind of beauty that stands up to the closest scrutiny: perfect features, perfect skin, perfect figure, perfect bearing. She is beautiful yet she repels him. She may be married, but he associates her nevertheless with the moon and its cold light, with a cruel, persecutory chastity. Is it wise to be giving their boy - any boy, indeed any girl - into her hands? What if at the end of the year the child emerges from her grasp as cold and persecutory as herself? For that is his judgement on her - on her religion of the stars and her geometric aesthetic of the dance. Bloodless, sexless, lifeless.

A piece of art is part of its creator, you cannot split them apart. You cannot like one and dislike another.

A thorough inspection of someone you believed to be loveable will send you back into your shell if all you saw in their life was all bullshit.

Avoid hating people because you might have destroyed the bridge you have just used to cross the river; you'll need that bridge to cross again when returning!

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

Don’t keep people in hatred. You might lose that very person who should endorse your next appointment letter if you are a skillful hater of people. Let love lead

During almost a decade in high altitude astronomy, I developed a strong dislike for the upper management teams through experience.

Fraser had the immediate thought that his was a man whom it would be easy to dislike. He did not just arouse antipathy; he almost seemed to cultivate it.

Haters are those, that never were given any chances, that blew their chances, or that never took the chance.

...he feels an irrational dislike taking root, and he tries to dismiss it, because he prefers his dislikes rational, but after all, these circumstances are extreme...

How was your journey?" he asked. "You don't have to make small talk with me," she said. "I don't like it, and I'm not very good at it." They paused at the shade of portico, beside a sweet-scented bower of roses. Casually Lord St. Vincent leaned a shoulder against a cream-painted column. A lazy smile curved his lips as he looked down at her. "Didn't Lady Berwick teach you?" "She tried. But I hate trying to make conversation about weather. Who cares what the temperature is? I want to talk about things like... like..." "Yes?" he prompted as she hesitated. "Darwin. Women's suffrage. Workhouses, war, why we're alive, if you believe in séances or spirits, if music has ever made you cry, or what vegetable you hate most..." Pandora shrugged and glanced up at him, expecting the familiar frozen expression of a man who was about to run for his life. Instead she found herself caught by his arrested stare, while the silence seemed to wrap around them. After a moment, Lord St. Vincent said softly, "Carrots." Bemused, Pandora tried to gather her wits. "That's the vegetable you hate most? Do you mean cooked ones?" "Any kind of carrots." "Out of all vegetables?" At his nod, she persisted, "What about carrot cake?" "No." But it's cake." A smile flickered across his lips. "Still carrots." Pandora wanted to argue the superiority of carrots over some truly atrocious vegetable, such as Brussels sprouts, but heir conversation was interrupted by a silky masculine voice. "Ah, there you are. I've been sent out to fetch you." Pandora shrank back as she saw a tall msn approach in a graceful stride. She knew instantly that he must be Lord Sy. Vincent's father- the resemblance was striking. His complexion was tanned and lightly time-weathered, with laugh-lines at the outer corners of his blue eyes. He had a full head of tawny-golden hair, handsomely silvered at the sides and temples. Having heard of his reputation as a former libertine, Pandora had expected an aging roué with coarse features and a leer... not this rather gorgeous specimen who wore his formidable presence like an elegant suit of clothes. "My son, what can you be thinking, keeping this enchanting creature out in the heat of midday?

I believe all people are assholes. You won't find anyone that you like. You'll just find someone you dislike a little less than the last asshole. And I can't wait for that day. To have a woman that I can say I dislike a little less than all the other assholes.