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"Do you hate people?" "I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around." --
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misanthropy
paraphrased
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Charles Bukowski |
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Betrayed and wronged in everything, I'll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I'll be free to have an honest heart.
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solitude
misanthropy
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Molière |
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Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.
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misanthropy
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Charles Bukowski |
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...in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him--in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for--that other people should love him--became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred--in hating and in being hated.
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hatred
perfumery
misanthropy
perfume
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Patrick Süskind |
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I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.
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misanthropy
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Arthur Conan Doyle |
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He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons.
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misanthropy
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Sinclair Lewis |
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A poet or philosopher should have no fault to find with his age if it only permits him to do his work undisturbed in his own corner; nor with his fate if the corner granted him allows of his following his vocation without having to think about other people.
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poets
funny
philosophy
schopenhauer
misanthropy
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Arthur Schopenhauer |
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It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.
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humor
misanthropy
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Sinclair Lewis |
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There is nothing I detest so much as the contortions of these great time-and-lip servers, these affable dispensers of meaningless embraces, these obliging utterers of empty words, who view every one in civilities
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stereotypes
words
relationships
people
dishonesty
misanthropy
society
hypocrisy
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Molière |
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"You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well known every-where in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him. People are aware that this low-bred fellow, who deserves to be pilloried, has, by the dirtiest jobs, made his way in the world; and that the splendid position he has acquired makes merit repine and virtue blush. Yet whatever dishonourable epithets may be launched against him everywhere, nobody defends his wretched honour. Call him a rogue, an infamous wretch, a confounded scoundrel if you like, all the world will say "yea, " and no one contradicts you. But for all that, his bowing and scraping are welcome everywhere; he is received, smiled upon, and wriggles himself into all kinds of society; and, if any appointment is to be secured by intriguing, he will carry the day over a man of the greatest worth. Zounds! these are mortal stabs to me, to see vice parleyed with; and sometimes times I feel suddenly inclined to fly into a wilderness far from the approach of men."
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people
morality
life
truth
life-lesson
deception
endearments
masks
misanthropy
roguery
society
hypocrisy
traitor
deceit
vices
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Molière |
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Pero, en general, la humanidad me parecio siempre detestable. No tengo inconvenientes en manifestar que a veces me impedia comer en todo el dia o me impedia pintar durante una semana el haber observado un rasgo; es increible hasta que punto la codicia, la envidia, la petulancia, la groseria, la avidez y, en general, todo ese conjunto de atributos que forman la condicion humana pueden verse en una cara, en una manera de caminar, en una mirada. Me parece natural que despues de un encuentro asi uno no tenga ganas de comer, de pintar, ni aun de vivir.
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misanthropy
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Ernesto Sabato |
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...And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My eyes are sore from imagining.
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silence
interruption
misanthropy
introvert
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Fernando Pessoa |
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[Patricia Highsmith] was an extremely unbalanced person, extremely hostile and misanthropic and totally incapable of any kind of relationship, not just intimate ones. I felt sorry for her, because it wasn't her fault. There was something in her early days or whatever that made her incapable. She drove everybody away and people who really wanted to be friends ended up putting the phone down on her. It seemed to me as if she had to ape feelings and behaviour, like Ripley. Of course sometimes having no sense of social behaviour can be charming, but in her case it was alarming. I remember once, when she was trying to have a dinner party with people she barely knew, she deliberately leaned towards the candle on the table and set fire to her hair. People didn't know what to do as it was a very hostile act and the smell of singeing and burning filled the room.
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relationship
behaviour
incapable
social-behaviour
autism
unbalanced
hostile
misanthropy
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Andrew Wilson |
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Early in 1967 Highsmith's agent told her why her books did not sell in paperback in America. It was, said Patricia Schartle Myrer, because they were 'too subtle', combined with the fact that none of her characters were likeable. 'Perhaps it is because I don't like anyone,' Highsmith replied. 'My last books may be about animals'.
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fiction
writing
likeability
subtle
misanthropy
sold
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Andrew Wilson |
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As soon as I entered the house, my wife took me in her arms, and kissed me; at which, having not been used to the touch of that odious animal for so many years, I fell into a swoon for almost an hour. At the time I am writing, it is five years since my last return to England. During the first year, I could not endure my wife or children in my presence; the very smell of them was intolerable; much less could I suffer them to eat in the same room. To this hour they dare not presume to touch my bread, or drink out of the same cup, neither was I ever able to let one of them take me by the hand. The first money I laid out was to buy two young stone-horses, which I keep in a good stable; and next to them, the groom is my greatest favourite, for I feel my spirits revived by the smell he contracts in the stable. My horses understand me tolerably well; I converse with them at least four hours every day. They are strangers to bridle or saddle; they live in great amity with me and friendship to each other.
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yahoo
spouse
misanthropy
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Jonathan Swift |
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He was the only one who seemed to realize that she didn't want to be left alone to her trauma and bad memories, even if she got annoyed when he inquired about her life. She hated to be all alone, a paradox considering she generally disliked people.
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post-traumatic-stress-disorder
misanthropy
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Her favourite song was 'God Has Blotted Them Out,' which was meant to be about sins, but really was about anyone who had ever annoyed her, which was everyone. She just didn't like anyone and she just didn't like life. Life was a burden to be carried as far as the grave and then dumped. Life was a Vale of Tears. Life was a pre-death experience.
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revenge
death
religion
god
life
misanthropy
vengeance
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Jeanette Winterson |