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When horror is associated with what is harmful, evil results, when disgust does, badness.
A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.
Words become low by the occasions to which they are applied, or the general character of them who use them; and the disgust which they produce arises from the revival of those images with which they are commonly united.
Oh, I used to be disgusted, but now I try to be amused.
I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me.
My revulsion turned to grief that my own people could give the hate stare, could shrivel men's souls, could deprive humans of rights they unhesitatingly accord their livestock. I
Just thoroughgoingly nasty and sick.
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
I detest mediocrity.
All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.
My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they'd nearly drowned out everything else.
The stink of rot and ruin, of old dreams, broken screams, and wicked, dirty little things.
The most disgusting in the world is being unaware of who we are
O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.
Contempt mates well with pity.
amazement, shading into dismay; a shallow horror sensation that cold springs of personal fear swiftly deepened.
Is it your thought that I despise some of these, while I love the others? I tell you, I despise nothing. None of it is repulsive to Me. It is life, and life is the gift; the unspeakable treasure; the holy of holies.
But now we are either horrified at what we see or we pretend we are horrified, while in reality we relish the spectacle, as connoisseurs of strong and eccentric sensations that rouse us from our cynical and lazy apathy;
I will tell you, when 20 6-year-olds are gunned down and Congress literally does nothing, yeah that's the closest I came to feeling disgusted.
Lust. Damn rotten lust that I wasn't acquainted with and would never, ever tolerate. It was a sick, sick emotion.
Nothing ought in reason to mortify our self-satisfaction more that the considering that we condemn at one time what we highly approve and commend at another.
strangely ambivalent about
Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
What is more miserable than discontent?
What disturbs people, these are not things, but the judgments relating to things
Nasty things, you know, gods, they don't much care for anyone other than themselves.
Disgust was an organ in Hunt's gut. The more he thought about it, the more it churned.
I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.
I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.
What do you despise? By this are you truly known.
Hatred - The anger of the weak.
She glimpsed the sexless mounds between their legs and shuddered. For some reason, she found their lack of genitals uncannily obscene, an indignity, a piece of humanity they had been denied.
There is a pleasure in not being pleased.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.
Human feeling. That's beyond my range. I'm rotten to the core.
Buggeration and Fuckery
The vulgarity of inanimate things requires time to get accustomed to; but living, breathing, bustling, plotting, planning, human vulgarity is a species of moral ipecacuanha, enough to destroy any comfort.
Fountains of inconvenient feeling - and toward the frantic enticements of
Indignation at literary wrongs I leave to men born under happier stars. I cannot afford it.
People in the courtroom let loose with their disgust, cursing us, d
ning us, we who had become less than human. Marranos. Pigs.
As for me, I felt something rise in my throat: the horror of the world of men.
Faces and faces, served out like soup-plates by scullions; coarse, greedy, casual; looking in at shopwindows with pendent parcels; ogling, brushing, destroying everything, leaving even our love impure, touched now by their dirty fingers.
Nudity is undignified and an error of taste
I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.
What the common man cannot understand he hates.
astonished-looking eyes.
What do you despise? By this you are truly known.
When you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice?' No it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
I was stunned with outrage.
I felt profoundly ashamed, I was very much upset.
There is one thing above all others that I despise. It is fingers, especially female fingers, messing around in my guts. My guts, like Victorian marriage, are private.
They are hopelessly vulgar. Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a question for the metaphysicians. They are bad enough to dislike, at any rate; and for this short life that is quite enough.
despised. This natural
Frustration mingled with despair in my
heart.
It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.
There are days when I am haunted by a feeling that is blacker than the blackest melancholy. I have a contempt for humanity. I despise the people I have been fated to call my contemporaries. I feel suffocated by their filthy breath.
He managed to create an atmosphere of sticky sentimentality that disgusted me.
Art must always stand guard against stirring emotions that lie outside the aesthetic: sexual arousal, terror, disgust, shock.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
Indifference is the strongest contempt.
I can't stand most things that I see.
Under the vague dullness of the gray hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object and finds it in the privation of an untried good.
dislike in ourselves.
Anger is really disappointed hope.
I hated them horribly, though perhaps I was worse than any of them. They repaid me in the same way, and did not conceal their aversion for me. But by then I did not desire their affection: on the contrary, I continually longed for their humiliation.
Pornography: That which excites, whether from approval or disapproval.
They are quite hopeless - drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips.
People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit - and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.
Polite contempt. The barbed and poisonous weapon of the righteous.
He disgusted them the way a fat spider that you can't bring yourslef to crush in your own hand disgusts you.
What I hate is nasty, ugly people.
Deplorable, a rancid smelling aphrodisiac ... It fosters almost totally negative and destructive reactions in young people.
Give us an intense distaste for things that displease You and a renewed pleasure in things that bring You honor and magnify Your truth.
A lifetime of cannibal hatred
There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named
the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.
I do not condemn the cult of pleasure; I lament the general vulgarity.
Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain in injurious.
Resentment-why, it is purification; it is a most stinging and painful consciousness!
Satisfaction. Now there's a loaded word.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.
There is perhaps no phenomenon which contains so much destructive feeling as 'moral indignation,' which permits envy or hate to be acted out under the guise of virtue.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
Evil smelled like nothing else, worse than a rotting corpse, worse than sewage and disease, more vile than the fumes that billowed from modern machinery, more cloying than the shame of drunken whores.
grotesque countenance
I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share
This observation leads Rozin to a stunning conclusion: Disgust is the basic emotion of civilization.
Respectability offends my taste.
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
It was always easier to be disgusted after the fact. It was easier to shake your head and be outraged, as if the outrage was proof of civility - a sign that the world hadn't died, that it could still scream out in horror, proof that its heart was still beating.
An unfinished feeling.
The most disgusting thing is that you're always sad about something!
Art thou angry with him whose armpits stink? Art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul?
Women are reputed never to be disgusted. The sad fact is that they often are, but not with men; following the lead of men, they are most often disgusted with themselves.
All the vices, Sancho, bring some kind of pleasure with them; but envy brings nothing but irritation, bitterness, and rage.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.