Distaste Quotes

I don't do girlfriendy sort of things, like shopping or going to spas. Spas fill me with horror. Frankly, I'd be more interested in doing a walk through the sewers of London!

I suppose she chose me because she knew my name; as I read the alphabet a faint line appeared between her eyebrows, and after making me read most of My First Reader and the stock-market quotations from The Mobile Register aloud, she discovered that I was literate and looked at me with more than faint distaste. Miss Caroline told me to tell my father not to teach me any more, it would interfere with my reading.

I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Some of these people make my skin crawl.

Mmm, tastes like hepatitis!

I don't like bananas. I like to drive that point home.

It is horrid to smirk.

If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.

Amy: I never knew you drank wine. Doctor: I'm 1103 I must have drunk it sometime in my life. *takes sip and spits it out in disgust*

That's the ugliest thing I ever saw.

If it tastes good, spit it out!

Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

This is a nasty, rotten business.

It seems impossible, in fact, to judge the eye using any word other than seductive, since nothing is more attractive in the bodies of animals and men. But extreme seductiveness is probably at the boundary of horror.

All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.

I can't stand most things that I see.

Above all, I dislike vulgarity.

No one here likes a wet dog.

Every time I hear that word, I cringe. Fun! I think it's disgusting; it's just running around. It's not my idea of pleasure.

Nutrition makes me puke.

Politics disgusts me.

When violence is real and you flinch away from it, violence does not push people to try and imitate that. Often, we shun the violence that makes us flinch, because it disturbs us. And what makes us uncomfortable and disturbs us is not often bad. What disturbs us will not make us imitate that.

I hated the words. Each one was like a big live insect in my mouth.

One never feels such distaste for one's countrymen and countrywomen as when one meets them abroad.