Insult Quotes

I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement.

Oscar Wilde

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

William Shakespeare

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house.

William Shakespeare

Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day and yet, I think,Few come within the compass of my curse, Wherein I did not some notorious ill,As kill a man, or else devise his death,Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,Set deadly enmity between two friends,Make poor men's cattle break their necks;Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,And bid the owners quench them with their tears.Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly,And nothing grieves me heartily indeedBut that I cannot do ten thousand more.

William Shakespeare

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

William Shakespeare

I used to think the world was broken down by tribes,' I said. 'By Black and White. By Indian and White. But I know this isn't true. The world is only broken into two tribes: the people who are assholes and the people who are not.

Sherman Alexie

- Where is Polonius?- In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.

William Shakespeare

He would make a good lamp post if he'd weather better and didn't have to eat.

Kurt Vonnegut

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

William Shakespeare

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

J.K. Rowling

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

William Shakespeare

How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?

William Shakespeare

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

William Shakespeare

Hurt, he'll never be hurt--he's made to hurt other people.

George Eliot

Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!

William Shakespeare