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I've been deflecting Calypso's blushes all day. I don't have the energy to deflect yours," he said through clenched teeth. "So either block or strip." -- The Twelfth House ~ The Elementals Book I
There are few things that so touch us with instinctive revulsion as a breach of decorum.
The revulsion from an unwanted self, and the impulse to forget it, mask it, slough it off and lose it, produce both a readiness to sacrifice the self and a willingness to dissolve it by losing one's individual distinctness in a compact collective whole.
The only person you resent is yourself.
An emotion: *pokes its head through the mountain of suppression I've buried it under*
Me, beating it with a stick: Back! Back!
I harden my glare and my heart.
Named must your fear be, before banish it you can.
Nothing repels people like an angry face
Rejection is God's protection
The thing I fear comes upon me
I found my eyes repelled by hers as if they were the like poles of a pair of magnets.
Our bodies made us shiver in fear and disgust. We looked in the mirror and prepared ourselves to be horrified.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
I'm a rat,' Robert said. 'I'm not going into a reptile's mouth.'
Oh boy. Fine time to develop phobias
I don't want nothing comin' at me that I can't stop.
The things we're most frightened of, we can't make ourselves dismiss them.
There is nothing to fear
From your reflection
Detraction's a bold monster, and fears not
To wound the fame of princes, if it find
But any blemish in their lives to work on.
Naked violence repels like the naked skeleton shorn of flesh, blood and the velvety skin.
eyes slowly, carefully, afraid of the
Sometimes we're all trying to purge something. And what we're trying to purge resists our purging.
Resentment-why, it is purification; it is a most stinging and painful consciousness!
Whatever you resist will persist.
Negatives only have power over you when you react to them
Nothing is more interesting than repressed emotion. The appearance of sardonic coldness and stoicism which has deceived you is but a hollow mockery; beneath it I secrete a maelstrom of impassioned feeling and a mausoleum of blighted hopes.
no one can resist what they can't detect".
suppressed hysteria.
All the objects pursued by the multitude not only bring no remedy that tends to preserve our being, but even act as hinderances, causing the death not seldom of those who possess them, and always of those who are possessed by them.
Though the cross repels, it also attracts. It possesses a magnetic quality.
I don't resent anything.
Contact.
When someone touches me wrong it isn't a feeling. It isn't hate or fear or pain. It is just blackness and a chant in me: get/out/get/out/get/out.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
The only thing I'm allergic to is criticism.
Evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it ...
The Gift of Fear.
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
Those masks we wear
not to shield others; but ourselves from who we are.
The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.
Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure.
see, when I'm not paying attention to my barriers, I can glimpse other people's thoughts. I catch them like lingering aftertastes or smells they leave in their wake: bitter envy, coppery anger, sour regret, the foul miasma of malice and cruelty.
Repose demands for its expression the implied capability of its opposite,
energy.
Fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their revilings.
The feeling of intense repulsion, which had begun to oppress and torture his heart while he was on his way to the old woman, had by now reached such a pitch and had taken such a definite form that he did not know what to do with himself to escape from his wretchedness
Its [Resistance] aim is to shove us away, distract us from doing our work.
There are such repulsive faces in the world.
We must not stint
Our necessary actions in the fear
To cope malicious censurers, which ever,
As rav'nous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new-trimmed, but benefit no further
Than vainly longing.
Whatever things injure your eye you are anxious to remove; but things which affect your mind you defer.
He holds the most frightening and terrible of all of the Shards. Ponder on that for a time, you old reptile, and tell me if your insistence on nonintervention holds firm. Because I assure you, Rayse will not be similarly inhibited.
If she is afraid of mirrors she is afraid of herself.
Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.
Revulsion gave heat to his heals.
Being repulsed continually hardened her,
What you resist persists. And only what you look at, and own, can disappear. You make it disappear by simply changing your mind about it.
[ ... ] certain it is that minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort, and like them, are often successfully cured by remedies in themselves very nauseous and unpalatable.
In the last year I have come to understand the traitorous nature of skin. We cannot live without this barrier between our beating hearts and the outside world, yet it is the most fragile of things, as well as the most deceptive.
Ever since I was a child my reaction to the forbidden has been a stubborn desire to keep pushing: obstacles make something uncontrollably and deeply necessary.
Nothing is so rash as fear; its counsels very rarely put off, whilst they are always sure to aggravate the evils from which it would fly.
Reflect, reflect.
Fears of the brave and follies of the wise.
Your kind has a superstitious terror of things ugly and broken; you fear that their condition may somehow infect you.
True nonresistance is the one true resistance to evil. It kills and finally destroys the evil sentiment.
When he saw the vista of the street reflected in the mirror in which he was looking, he was terror stricken. He had the impression that the whole view had turned into eyes that reproached him.
There is nothing like fear to complicate one's consciousness, inducing previously unknown levels of reflection
Shield me, kind heaven, what an inundation of impertinence is here coming upon us!
Their best; get them out into the air; and cure their ills by the magnetism of more active,
The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me
Do not speak of repulsive matters at table.
We lend power to the things we fear!
The masks. that men have as faces, the outward shells they hold up for others to see while their minds shift in hidden directions. Discard 2
And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?
Pussies [10w]
Pussies are like parachutes ~
they work best when wide open.
Whatever is profound loves masks; what is most profound even hates image and parable.
Her fear was palatable: she tasted it, her pores oozed it, her hair tingled. Why
Wings of PURIFICATION
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
p.i.a.: puke inducing actions.
Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.
They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out.
There are some poisons which, before they kill men, allay pain and diffuse a soothing sensation through the frame. We may recognize the hour of enjoyment they procure, but we must not separate it from the price at which it was purchased.
What resists, persists.
We perceive no charms that are not sharpened, puffed out, and inflated by artifice. Those which glide along naturally and simply easily escape a sight so gross as ours.
O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.
I hate ugliness. You know I'm allergic to ugliness.
Barking spiders!
Hypocrites - they wear gorgeous cloaks lined with lead; pretty outside, awful inside; heavy cloaks force them to behave sedately, although seething within; cloak true character in false appearance.
Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
Always resent, never relent.
Rebuke
Obstinate regression
bringing untold paths
of deep dark foreboding
depression...
It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?
My words like eyes that flinch from light, refuse And shut upon obscurity; my acts Cast to their opposites by impatient violence Break up the sequent path; they fly On a circumference to avoid the centre.
She fails to see who I am, even, for her eyes do not, will not, take me in. Instead they transmit a powerful message. She is like a billboard flashing, starkly: 'Keep Out'.
Resistances do not derive from a few heterogeneous principles; but neither are they a lure or a promise that is of necessity betrayed. They are the odd term in relations of power; they are inscribed in the latter as an irreducible opposite.
I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.
I was swept away by the irresistible desiderium incognitti which breaks down all obstacles and refuses to recognise the impossible
One hates what one fears.
Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
Ever since my famous battle with Python, I've had a phobia of scaly reptilian creatures. (Especially if you include my stepmother, Hera. BOOM!)
Reproof, especially as it relates to children, administered in all gentleness, will render the culprit not afraid, but ashamed to repeat the offence.