Karolina Pliskova Quotes

Most of my adult life I had this towering contempt for America.

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on.

I don't remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I've come across now.

Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.

At Yves Saint Laurent, I felt like the son-in-law - like I was part of the family, but not quite. When I was fired, I felt like the widow.

When people tap into this politics of resentment, it usually ends ugly.

The foreigners are like fish in the stew pan. For 40 years have I lain on brushwood and eaten bitterness because of them

Hatred is the anger of the weak.

I would like somebody to be hated more than I am.

My parents - they tried to become American, they tried to become British, they tried to become Scandinavian - nobody wanted them, anywhere.

I was really upset because I was branded as an enemy alien when I'm an American.

One girl used to call me Brownie and tell me to go back to my own country. At lunch, I'd get a bag of chips from the vending machine and eat it in the storage room so I wouldn't have to see her.

I've never really fit in.

I find myself bitter, defensive, and more misanthropic than I care to admit.

During my childhood in Cyprus, the British talked about the Cypriots as if the Cypriots were outsiders in their own country. And even though I was born in Cyprus, my parents were American, and so I was an outsider in the land of my birth.

The neighbors hate me.

HATRED, n. A sentiment appropriate to the occasion of another's superiority.

Hate is a disease, and in 1930 I became sick with hatred.

Anybody who's gone through puberty has understood what it feels like to be an outcast and alone.

Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.

I write about outsiders. I write about people who are outside and don't know quite how to get in because it's how I've always felt.

I'm hostile to men, I'm hostile to women, I'm hostile to cats, to poor cockroaches, I'm afraid of horses.

Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.