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He said, men are vile. I said, the vilest thing about them is that they can say that with a smile on their faces.
Don't smile," he said.
I shook my head at his
...her tone more disapproving than dismayed.
When Jared smiled, his teeth were stained with fresh scarlet. "Don't you hate me?" he demanded. "I'd hate me."
"You just tried to drown yourself," Ash said. "You seem to hate yourself plenty already.
I scowled. I could resist it all I wanted, but I did understand what he was trying to explain. How sometimes he pieces of who you thought you were didn't add up to who you really were, like with me not standing up for Patrick when he wore those pants.
And you can use that sword, Weland Godfredson?"
"As a woman can use her tongue, lord."
"You're that good, eh?" Ragnar asked, as ever unable to resist a jest.
What?" he demanded testily.
Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything."
"You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face."
"Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically.
Arrogance is bitterness' favourite mask.
This was disapproval with a bite.
I shall laugh my bitter laugh.
I was shocked at the anger toward me.
I think you dropped something, Pipe," he said. "Uh, what?" "Your standards," he sneered.
That was not a glare. That was a dignified look of measured contempt.
Always the tone of surpise.
His frown deepened at the next
Close your lips in anger, open in admiration
My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.
A man in public life expects to be sneered at - it is the fault of his elewated sitiwation, and not of himself.
The malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.
J!m squinted his first hate of the day.
You said nothing to me of the newspaper clippings."
"No, because you were displaying ... snippiness yesterday."
"Snippiness?" he asked.
"It's a word."
"I think not."
"I'll ask Books when we get back.
I sighed, then hated myself for sighing, such an impotent and ultimately dishonest thing to do, the refuge of those lacking the courage to articulate their displeasure.
What could I possibly be mad about?' The sarcasm was thick enough to eat with a spoon.
A horse, if he happens to have a contemptuous disposition, can sneer very effectively.
Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.
Who can refute a sneer?
I let the insults go by. A good swordsman doesn't pay attention to words in a fight.
There was a kind of anger there, mixed with sadness.
You idiot,' Layla said. 'You sneering, despicable - '
'You're beginning to repeat yourself.
Hey,' he said. It came out hard and frustrated. 'I told you to smile because you're pretty when you smile.' She walked to the bottom of the steps, then looked back at him. 'It'd be better if you thought I was pretty when I don't.
arms wide and said, 'That's a question
I glared at him. "Matt said he got a pep talk at his test. I don't rate a pep talk?"
"You want a pep talk?" He made a fist with one hand, then punched it through the air in a victorious motion. "Go get 'em. You've got twenty-eight minutes."
"Dude, do not join the pep squad.
He sniggered.
He didn't like to think of himself as the sort of person who giggled or sniggered, but he had to admit that he had been giggling and sniggering almost continuously for well over half an hour now.
veiled insubordination that he
The safe, empty room sneered at him.
I accepted their ridicule by sulking manfully.
Valiant! The word mocked me, for I knew myself to be anything but valiant. What I had done, I had done in a fit of insane bitterness, not with cool courage, not with brave quick thinking, not with presence of mind - but with absence of it.
Erik choked back the insult he'd been on the verge of uttering. Judging by his expression, it was viler than a castor-oil purgative.
Very ugly things were said about me.
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
He said nothing. Very sarcastically.
I don't like your manner," Kingsley said in a voice you could have crack a Brazil nut on.
"That's all right," I said. "I'm not selling it.
A flush of anger crimsoned the old lady's pale face. It looked dead no longer. "Hold your tongue," she said. "You are rude." And Miss Gladwyn did hold her tongue, but nothing else, for she was laughing all over.
Life is short, so don't waste any of it carrying around a load of bitterness. It only sours your life, and the world won't pay any attention anyway.
Blast your soul, you hussy!" he exclaimed in exasperation.
There was no time for bitterness now: eat bitterness, and bitterness eats you.
Blimey, Neville,' said Ron, 'there's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.' 'You didn't hear her,' said Neville. 'You wouldn't have stood it either. The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.
Heckle and Jeckle again
God, I hated people who smirked. Apparently, I also wanted to lick them all over ...
You are frowning. Why?' 'Well, I've already killed a god today,' Iron Bars said. 'If I'd known this was going to be a day for killing gods, I might have paced myself better.
You must marry ugly man," I said. "Very fet." I held my arms out in front of me, indicating a giant belly. "He weeel make you heppy." I heard Mal snort beneath his mask.
Can one spit on a smiling face?" he inquired; or he said, "Vengeance cannot last a night's sleep.
I clenched my jaw as hard as I could. It wasn't much of a stretch to keep pretending to be angry, but I tried to go all Method actor on them. Eat your heart out, Sir Ian.
Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.
In order to protest ourselves from being disliked, we question our abilities and downplay our achievements, especially in the presence of others. We put ourselves down before others can.
If you can't ignore an insult, top it; if you can't top it, laugh it off; and if you can't laugh it off, it's probably deserved.
stood still and stared at them. 'Why do you stand gaping there?' cried the dwarf, and his ashen-grey face became copper-red with rage. He was still cursing when a loud growling
Ah, you are amusing."
"I am not amusing!" I lifted my chin. "I'm pissed."
"Really," he replied dryly. "I never would've guessed that.
Whatever, Sam.
Whatever! Sam laughed, a booming guffaw. I love this word. It is my favorite from your generation.Decker smiled, unable to keep a straight face when Sam looked so awkward laughing.
I didn't respond well to a firm hand and insults.
Then he looked back to me, and smiled. It was a terrible expression, filled with edges, and with knives.
I darted a contemptuous look at the stately models of superstition.
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer.
His malice was aimed at himself; with shame and contempt he recollected his cowardice.
You decline?" he cried, almost defiantly. " 'Decline' isn't the word. A man doesn't decline an insult.
I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl's. It struck from me a sudden, springing dislike. I had not changed so much, nor so well.
His fists clenched at his sides. 'Damn it! Where's your pride?'
'Pride? It's in my heart, of course.'
'You're letting me demean you!'
She smiled. 'You can't do that. I can only demean myself.
Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.
Dismissal can be a secret form of arrogance, and I held this proudly against the Stones until the light shifted and I caught myself being utterly wrong.
The art of cursing people seems to have lost its tang since the old days when a good malediction took four deep breaths to deliverand sent the outfielders scurrying toward the fence to field.
My reflection stared back at me, the smudges just as dark as before. Disappointment hit a split second before I realized something else was wrong. Something far worse. I wasn't smiling-but my reflection was
Pale beauty stands aghast," he said, "at the vulgar ugliness of men.
I gave my artistic laugh and also threw in some quirky language for good measure. "Lawks-a-mercy, no! I'm going to have a long bath and ... "
I looked shyly down. Which is pretty impressive to have done artistic laugh, quirky language and shyness all in the space of ten seconds.
Finally turning his head, he regarded me appraisingly, with contempt so thick that I expected to hear it drizzle to the floor with a spattering sound.
For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.
There, you see? I didn't curse. Don't you agree that I handled the situation demurely?
Let the galled jade wince' -
Whence proceeds this weight we lay
On what detracting people say?
Their utmost malice cannot make
Your head, or tooth, or finger ache;
Nor spoil your shapes, distort your face,
Or put one feature out of place.
Men," Chelsea muttered derisively...
She pouted her lips like a gun in my face.
she answered with an impatient scowl.
I tried to protest, but Sam turned his back
I wanted to skewer her with a stare, flay her with a frown, impale her with a - I say, what are you doing?
Charles would have answered her, but he was laughing so hard he was doubled over.
perceptibly with anger. "I
turned away. It looked as though I lived in a family of dimwits. I
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
I should say she didn't," said Mr. Macey, significantly. "Before I said "sniff", I took care to know as she'd say "snaff", and pretty quick too. I wasn't a-going to open my mouth, like a dog at a fly, and snap it to again, wi' nothing to swaller.
Don't be bitter, be better.
The just man frowns, but never sneers. We understand anger, not malice.
Of all the grief's that harass the distressed; sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
You invented the bitterness. I pity you. You suck.
I smiled. "So this horse is your nephew, Sam?"
She glared at me. "Let's not go there."
"How did your dad father a horse?"
Blitzen coughed. "Actually, Loki was Sleipnir's mother."
"What
?"
"Let's definitely not go there," Sam warned.
I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't like what I saw.
I disapproved of him from beginning to end. First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and understanding smile as if we'd been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all along.
I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.
I snorted "oh, beauty. What's that good for?"
Mary stared, her eyes round.
"It won you the prince, did it not?"
I snorted again, I prefer to think that he was captivated by my charming personality." I giggled to let Mary know I was trying to make fun of myself.
I glared daggers at him, but they just bounced off him like water on a freshly waxed car.
When I stepped outside, Vikram blinked a couple of times.
"You are surprisingly lovely."
"You are unsurprisingly insulting.