It rolls off my back. Ridicule doesn't mean anything - even from people you're supposed to wear knee pads around, like the scientific community.
Anybody could say anything they want about me, and it literally never penetrates my skin.
All monarchies have a common characteristic...and that is stubbornness.
Tonga was one of the few nations controlled by a king.
I'm impervious to logic.
I let people make remarks about me, but it doesn't touch me, all those remarks.
If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck's back.
People who have no weaknesses are terrible; there is no way of taking advantage of them.
Hence a ship is said to be tight, when her planks are so compact and solid as to prevent the entrance of the water in which she is immersed: and a cask is called tight, when the staves are so close that none of the liquid contained therein can issue through or between them.
People can criticise me all day long. It just washes off me. You might as well be talking to a wall.
We unified, we looked past and we're impervious to the constant criticism of naysayer.
I'm not saying I'm impervious to criticism.
If this fame, which people call my lucky break, were to stop tomorrow, I shouldn't care.
No man's plenum, Mr. Quistgaard, is impervious to the awl of God's will.
I've been in this business my whole life. I'm pretty bulletproof as far as being hurt.