Quotes tagged as "name-calling" Showing 1-30 of 47
"There will always be someone willing to hurt you, put you down, gossip about you, belittle your accomplishments and judge your soul. It is a fact that we all must face. However, if you realize that God is a best friend that stands beside you when others cast stones you will never be afraid, never feel worthless and never feel alone." ― Shannon Alder
"What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name" ― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
"So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?" The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman. "Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy." Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged." ― Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid
"They call me, The Sharkalator" ― James Patterson
"I don't understand women that call themselves a "bitch". It doesn't empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you will continue to hurt anyone that reminds you of those moments when you let your guard down and were fooled. Sadly, it sends a clear message to the observant that you are still hurt. If only women would realize that "we all" have moments of stupidity then they would stop comparing themselves to the masses." ― Shannon L. Alder
"What was this power, this insidious threat, this invisible gun to her head that controlled her life . . . this terror of being called names? She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch . . . She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry." ― Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
"But the coconut is also a symbol of resilience, Samar. Even in the conditions where there's very little nourishment and even less nurturance, it flourishes, growing taller than most of the plants around it." ― Neesha Meminger, Shine, Coconut Moon
"Why does she have to be such a...such a..."
"Go on," I said. "The truth is never cussing, Son."
"Such a bitch!" ― Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars
"He leaned in for a sniff. 'Smells like a horse's arse! I've got Ian!' -'No sniffing allowed! We never discussed sniffing! I cry foul!' Ian was outraged. 'I'm not giving you a shilling!' -'Give him a shilling! It's not his fault you smell like a horse's arse!" ― Julie Anne Long, What I Did for a Duke
"Mỗi người sinh ra đều có một cái tên. Cái tên là dấu hiệu để phân biệt người này với người khác. Không có tên, người ta gọi là vô danh. Vô danh thì không đọng lại được trong tâm trí bất kỳ ai, không phân biệt được với ai. Nó không có hình thù. Nó chỉ là một khối nhờ nhờ. Bạn cũng biết rồi đó, cái tên khi được cha mẹ đặt cho một cách ngẫu nhiên, nhưng chính cách sống của bạn đã không ngừng chưng cất cái tên của mình qua năm tháng, giúp cho nó tỏa hương. Lão Hiếng chắc cũng từng có một cái tên như những người khác. Nhưng tính cách của lão đã lấn át và nhuộm đen cái tên cha mẹ đặt cho lão và bằng cách đó lão đã tẩy xóa cả lão lẫn cái tên của lão khỏi ký ức mọi người. Chúng tôi gọi lão Hiếng như gọi một thế lực, một hiểm họa hay một bệnh dịch chứ không như gọi một con người." ― Nguyễn Nhật Ánh, Tôi Là Bêtô
"Tôi là Bêtô. Tôi chưa bao giờ tự gọi tên tôi. Hôm nay là lần đầu và tôi ngạc nhiên nhận ra mình tự gọi tên mình rồi lim dim mắt lắng nghe cái âm thanh vừa thân thiết vừa bổng nhiên lạ lẫm đó ngân nga trong tai là một điều vô cùng thú vị. Nếu không tin bạn hãy thử gọi tên bạn một lần đi, bạn sẽ thấy lòng bạn nẩy mầm một cảm xúc gì đó như là sự trìu mến, nỗi hân hoan và niềm kiêu hãnh – cùng một lúc. Đó cũng là một trong vô vàn những điều thú vị mà cuộc sống cố tình giấu kín ở ngóc ngách nào đó trong tâm hồn của mỗi chúng ta theo cái cách các bậc cha mẹ vẫn giấu quà tặng con cái ở những nơi bất ngờ nhất trong nhà. Khám phá những điều thú vị đó, hay tìm thấy những món quà đó, chính là làm giàu thêm ý nghĩa của cuộc sống và bổ sung thêm lý do để cuộc sống trở nên đáng sống." ― Nguyễn Nhật Ánh, Tôi Là Bêtô
"Please keep calling me a snowflake. I like being different than the next person. Every snowflake is unique. They all come from the same place, but are able to establish their own identities, free and clear of any other snowflake. Snowflakes make this world beautiful." ― Ed Krassenstein
"Never listen to destructive criticism - it's only meant to silence you." ― Stewart Stafford
"If you can't see past my name, you can't see me." ― DaShanne Stokes
"Name, religion, race and creed I wonder Who am I without these? My state of being or color of my skin I wonder What are the criteria of their categorizing?" ― Moeeza Azeem, Fragments of Nothingness
"It is not a good idea to call yourself a sardine in a family like Leo's, who will not let you forget it." ― Sharon Creech, Replay
"The first time someone calls you a horse you punch him on the nose, the second time someone calls you a horse you call him a jerk but the third time someone calls you a horse, well then perhaps it's time to go shopping for a saddle." ― Schlomo, from Lucky Number Slevin
"Words have power and can influence behavior. Parents should desist from calling their children beast so they can resist behaving like one; besides children get pissed when parents persist. Calling them names is no good to man or beast." ― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1
"Why can't you call me Alex?" I ask, my head down while I stare at the food in front of me. "If I wanted to call you Alex, I wouldn't have bothered to name you Alejandro. Don't you like your given name?" My muscles tense. I was named after a father who is no longer alive, leaving me the responsibility of being the designated man of the house. Alejandro, Alejandro Jr., Junior . . . it's all the same to me. "Would it matter?" I mumble as I pick up a tortilla. I look up, trying to gauge her reaction. Her back is to me as she cleans dishes in the sink. "No." "Alex wants to pretend he's white," Carlos chimes in. "You can change your name, bro, but nobody'd mistake you for anythin' other than Mexicano." "Carlos, collate la boca," I warn. I don't want to be white. I just don't want to be associated with my father. "Por favor, you two," our mother pleads. "Enough fighting for one day." "Mojado," Carlos sings, egging me on by calling me a wetback. I've had enough of Carlos's mouth; he's gone too far. I stand, my chair scraping the floor. Carlos follows and steps in front of me, closing the space between us. He knows I could kick his ass. His overblown ego is gonna get him in trouble with the wrong person one of these days. "Carlos, sit down," mi'ama orders. "Dirty beaner," Carlos drawls at me in a fake deep accent. "Better yet, es un Ganguero." "Carlos!" mi'ama reprimands sharply as she comes forward, but I get in between them and grab my brother's collar. "Yeah, that's all anyone will ever think of me," I tell him. "But you keep talkin' trash and they'll think that of you, too." "Brother, they'll think that of me anyway. Whether I want them to or not." I release him. "You're wrong, Carlos. You can do better, be better." "Than you?" "Yeah, better than me and you know it," I say. "Now apologize to mi'ama for talkin' smack in front of her." One look in my eyes and Carlos knows I'm not kidding around. "Sorry, Ma," he says, then sits back down. I don't miss his glare, though, as his ego got knocked down a peg." ― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
"But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it--let me see--the White Way of Delight. Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere. Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call it the White Way of Delight." ― L.M. Montgomery
"Sirrah, thou art a coarse and rough-hewn fellow but i fain noteth thy first name Stewart bears a pleasing w'rding and, thus, lurks a grise of gentle spirit about thy p'rson. Bemock all Stuarts and maketh this keeper of the estate our w'rthy guardian!" ― Stewart Stafford
"You are just a rascal.'
'Do you expect me to fly into a rage at that? I am sorry to disappoint you. You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who become enraged when called by their right names." ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
"A main street? Depends on its name." ― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land
"Don't take name to yourself, Smeagol. It's unwise, whether they be true or false." ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
"By tentatively sharing a story rather than attacking, name-calling, and threatening, the worried spouse averted a huge battle, and the couple's relationship was strengthened at a time when it could easily have been damaged." ― Kerry Patterson, Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High
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