Reprimand Quotes

I don't need people shouting at me to tell me what I did wrong.

You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!

You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!

Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.

Amnesty, n. The state's magnanimity to those offenders whom it would be too expensive to punish.

My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George?

Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armour themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context.

It is harder to avoid censure than to gain applause.

I used to always rock a cap when I was in high school and get them taken away. It was an excessive amount. Like, so often that, at the end of each school year, there would be a box of all the confiscated caps. After they gave back a few caps to other kids, they would just give me the box because the rest were all my hats.

Silence is sometimes the severest criticism.

General Zwicker, you are not fit to wear the uniform of this country.

I told that dumb son-of-a-bitch not to go down there, I told him it was no place for the Chief of Staff.

When he woke, daylight was coming through the glass floor, and a boy's voice said, "Oh...You are in so much trouble.

Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Nations, like individuals, are punished for their transgressions.

There was one director who crossed the line. I scolded him so much that he later never tried anything.

I'm not going to be lectured to.

He that hath deserved hanging may be glad to escape with a whipping.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

He that chastens one, chastens 20.

There was one reviewer from the 'New York Times,' I forget his name, who said I was 'death warmed over.' I wrote him back that I knew more about death than he did. The 'Times' fired him, put him in the cooking department!

… a punishment for blasphemers.

He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. "Bad Chloe,” I muttered. "What?” I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe.” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put out my hand. “Get it over with.

Go ahead and voice your criticisms, but don't expect to be invited back.