Mark Twain Quotes

You know when you tell a self-deprecating story at a dinner party, everyone's laughing along with you? But then when someone else repeats that same story at another dinner party you feel they're all laughing at you?

I don't want to end up being some joke on a bad TV series.

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

For some reason, people look at me and laugh. I don't know why.

Being accused of enthusiasm is something I'll never live down.

I used to stutter really badly. Everybody thinks it's funny. And it's not funny. It's not.

People laugh at me. Sometimes I know why, and sometimes I don't.

My friends just make fun of me in some shape or form.

I couldn't walk down any street in Britain without being laughed at. It was a nightmare. My children were devastated because their dad was a figure of ridicule.

Ridicule dishonors a man more than dishonor does.

I had no money to buy clothes, and people would run away when I walked down the street. It was a right laugh.

It is not easy when people laugh at you.

I thought everybody was in on the joke. But I was the joke.

I'd rather be done any thing to than laughed at, for, to my mind, it's one or other the disagreeablest thing in the world.

Go sit down and look pale.

What's this outfit? You can't afford clothes? Are you wearing other peoples?" Helen Plum

The monster London laugh at me.

I'd shake his hand, but I think that's what's holding up his pants.

The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but the ignominy, the humiliation we feel that we must be what we are without any choice in the matter, and that this humiliation is seen by everyone.

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.

Ridicule is often harder to bear than self-denial.

People seem to really enjoy laughing at me.

I was ashamed to let anyone know that I was living in a shelter. I remember one time coming home and some kids saw me and were like, "What you doing here? This is a shelter!" But I was like, "My mom's working there." It was pretty embarrassing.

He had had a severe shock some weeks earlier, when, having narrowly failed to capture a large grey-brown hare for his dinner, it had stopped at the edge of the forest, looked at him with disdain, and said, 'Well, I hope you're proud of yourself, that's all,' and had scampered off into the long grass