#insults

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#art

Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#insults #put-downs #humor

Mr. Blatchford attacks Christianity because he is mad on one Christian virtue: the merely mystical and almost irrational virtue of charity. He has a strange idea that he will make it easier to forgive sins by saying that there are no sins to forgive. Mr. Blatchford is not only an early Christian, he is the only early Christian who really ought to have been eaten by lions. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#forgiveness

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears. ↗

— Anne Bishop

#insults #wolves #humor

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#music #shakespeare #music

Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out. ↗

— Raoul Vaneigem

#consumption #daily #daily life #economic #economic system

This pilot, by far, was the best I ever read - and I hope that insults every other pilot I worked on. ↗

— Will Arnett

#ever #every #far #hope #i

He leaned in for a sniff. 'Smells like a horse's arse! I've got Ian!' -'No sniffing allowed! We never discussed sniffing! I cry foul!' Ian was outraged. 'I'm not giving you a shilling!' -'Give him a shilling! It's not his fault you smell like a horse's arse! ↗

— Julie Anne Long

#humour #insults #name-calling #humor

Madam Dorothea shot him a dark look. "If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#insults #philosophical #funny

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

— Martin Luther

#grammar