Best 177 quotes in «insults quotes» category

thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!

thou wretched pillar of syphilitic pheasant-fuck!

to call a man without the Holy Spirit "upright and God-fearing" is the same as calling Belial "Christ".

To describe him as a sniveling rat would be an insult to the noble rat.

Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

• …transferring her hunger to eat into a hunger to hurt. He didn’t turn round. She knew she should let it go, but it was too late. She’d chewed the insult over, torn it apart and swallowed it. The insult was part of her now.

Virtue signaling' is a phrase the dim and bigoted use when they want to discount other people expressing the idea that it would be nice if we could all be essentially and fundamentally decent to each other.

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

what more scoundrelly trick could you have played on us?

...weak of spine and flaccid of upper lip.

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

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

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

Yes, Adam had the incredible ability of making you feel loved while insulting you in the same sentence.

When what you are insulted by meets what you have a strong desire to do, then that would bring you significance.

When you trash the opposition, you simultaneously demean yourself.

Where did I meet him before - this buckbasket of fat, this full-moon face of purple, and this carriage of a sacred elephant?

Why, if you only knew the secrets to which I'm privy!" "My dear Lifeblesser, please trust me when I say the I have no desire to know any secrets which involve you and a privy.

Would it be politically incorrect to call a top-ranked female anchor (with a law degree) currently on the cover of Vanity Fair a bimbo? Or would it be rude, ludicrous, wrong and pathetic? Nothing about this is hard.

Yet Trump has managed to convince his legions that making vile comments about someone is a revolutionary act, a badge of honor and a long-overdue tipping of society's scales back toward reason and truth. Sometimes he's right, but so is the proverbial stopped watch.

When I told [Lily Rowan] I wouldn't be able to make it to the Polo Grounds tomorrow, she began to call Wolfe names, and thought of several new ones that showed her wide experience and fine feeling for words.

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

Why do you laugh at me? Why the insults, you don’t know me, Tell me you sorry; tell me you were wrong, Don’t you know what I can do? I’m the supreme creation, I choose to build, but I can destroy, Say you sorry, and be gone, Don’t you know what I can do? I can be a blessing, or a dreadful enemy, Why the insults, you don’t know me, Tell me you sorry, be gone right now, I am losing patience; don’t you know what I can do? I can shake your hand, or end your world right now, Say you’re sorry; tell me you were wrong, Why the insults you don’t know me

Wretched are those preoccupied with insulting, belittling and discrediting others.

You are my evil spirit, you and the hard, coarse world! The leaden thoughts and the despondency that you fling upon me are my clogs, else I should long ago have achieved the task that I was created for.

... you cow,' Estelle added. 'I heard that.' 'Give the woman the geriatric audiology medal,' Estelle said. 'I heard that, too', her mother said, from the other side of the door.

You can never be annoyed by anyone when you are just alone, insults comes from being too familiar even with the most respectful persons.

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

You bloody old towser-faced boot-faced totem-pole on a crap reservation.

You decline?” he cried, almost defiantly. “ `Decline’ isn’t the word. A man doesn’t decline an insult.

You must be determined to overcome the insults of the ungodliness of this world with the weapon of the light inside of you.

You look lousy,' he said. Jace blinked. 'Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.' 'No I mean it. You don't look good.' 'This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn't deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that's no reason to-' 'I am not trying to insult you.' Simon snapped.

You, sir, are an idiot! Your father was an idiot! Your grandfather was an idiot! And while I’ve never met your great grandfather, I’m sure that he was an idiot too since idiocy like yours is so incredibly vast that it can’t possibly be due to just the environment. It would need a strong genetic determinant since no environment could ever produce an idiot as big as you!

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 arms And bloody wars so many valiant knights; Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death! King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

You’re a wild and disobedient girl with violence impulses who chafes at authority and your thin veneer of polished civility has all the transparency of a whore’s nightgown.

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.

You see, however, which is called the Court of Rome, and which neither you nor any man can deny to be more corrupt than any Babylon or Sodom, and quite, as I believe, of a lost, desperate and hopeless impiety.

you stupid, selfish, philandering coach-class jackass.

You unfailingly omnibothersome bitch.

You see this?’ she wanted to say to him; ‘this tasteless glob of half-masticated rubbery gunk? Well this is the same level as you, maybe higher.

A deistical prater, fit to sit in the chimney-corner of a pot-house, and make blasphemous comments on the one greasy newspaper fingered by beer-swilling tinkers.

An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.

After a few minutes there was a click on the line and a voice said in Farsi,"Goh Benares roo gahbret." This roughly translated as: "May shit rain down upon your grave." "Goozidam too chesmet," Tom replied. "I fart in your eye.

Alexis grabbed his arm. "Tom Jones? Wow, I totally love Tom Jones. He's like quintessential Vegas—over the top and indecent fun. Let me just go grab a pair of underwear to throw at him and we'll be all set." Over his undead body. If anyone was getting her underwear tossed in his face, it was going to be him. "I don't think so, Ball Buster. You're not giving your panties to an old man." "Oh, and you're so young, Garlic?" "Garlic?" What the hell was that? "Yep. Now we have pet names for each other, isn't that adorable? You're Garlic and I'm Ball Buster. Now everyone will believe we're a real couple.

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

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

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

A prince is venison in heaven.

A poisoned heart comes from listening to a person insulting you any way they can, and believing them.

a quite novel kind of grammar and logic, according to which what is something is nothing