Everything I said he agreed with, which was trying, and his flute playing would make the deaf wince, but I think the real problem with Hyacinth was that he reminded me of myself. He read poetry. He flinched at loud noises. In addition to having no musical skills, he had no martial skills. He avoided any situation that might require physical effort on his part. Seeing him, I found it no wonder that my father despised me.
Megan Whalen TurnerStichwörter: self-reflection annoyance sophos
By now he had learned enough to know that when he was getting annoyed at somebody else, it was usually because there was something that he himself should be doing, and he wasn't doing it.
Lev GrossmanStichwörter: responsibility self-awareness actions annoyance irritation
Jessamine flushed. "I do not. I mean, I did not. I mean--ugh! Charlotte, Will's being vexing."
"And the sun has come up in the east," said Jem, to no one in particular.
Stichwörter: humor annoyance tattling
You have to be quite heavily invested in someone to do them the honour of telling them you're annoyed with them.
Alain de BottonStichwörter: relationships annoyance
If looks could have killed, Susan would have been bleeding profusely from the forehead.
Julia QuinnStichwörter: annoyance annoying
I'd much rather be eating a bar of chocolate or even something healthy like a lettuce leaf alone at my desk than sitting through this silent, painful meal.
Sarah Darer LittmanStichwörter: pain chocolate annoyance
A bad handwriting is as annoying to a reader … as an irritating voice is to a listener.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: writing reader writer annoyance voice irritation speaker listener handwriting
Your measly threats need to end,' Aphador grunted. 'I do get tired of such meaningless babble.
Keisha KeenleysideStichwörter: annoyance threats spirit-master
Are you okay?" asked Finisterre.
"Annoyed," I said, giving him my hand so he could heave me to my feet.
"Yes, I should imagine being attacked by a nun might be annoying.
Stichwörter: annoyance nun annoyed attacked nuns
...the presence of others has become even more intolerable to me, their conversation most of all. Oh, how it all annoys and exasperates me: their attitudes, their manners, their whole way of being! The people of my world, all my unhappy peers, have come to irritate, oppress and sadden me with their noisy and empty chatter, their monstrous and boundless vanity, their even more monstrous egotism, their club gossip... the endless repetition of opinions already formed and judgments already made; the automatic vomiting forth of articles read in those morning papers which are the recognised outlet of the hopeless wilderness of their ideas; the eternal daily meal of overfamiliar cliches concerning racing stables and the stalls of fillies of the human variety... the hutches of the 'petites femmes' - another worn out phrase in the dirty usury of shapeless expression!
Oh my contemporaries, my dear contemporaries...
Their idiotic self-satisfaction; their fat and full-blown self-sufficiency: the stupid display of their good fortune; the clink of fifty- and a hundred-franc coins forever sounding out their financial prowess, according their own reckoning; their hen-like clucking and their pig-like grunting, as they pronounce the names of certain women; the obesity of their minds, the obscenity of their eyes, and the toneless-ness of their laughter! They are, in truth, handsome puppets of amour, with all the exhausted despondency of their gestures and the slackness of their chic...
Chic! A hideous word, which fits their manner like a new glove: as dejected as undertakers' mutes, as full-blown as Falstaff...
Oh my contemporaries: the ceusses of my circle, to put it in their own ignoble argot. They have all welcomed the moneylenders into their homes, and have been recruited as their clients, and they have likewise played host to the fat journalists who milk their conversations for the society columns. How I hate them; how I execrate them; how I would love to devour them liver and lights - and how well I understand the Anarchists and their bombs!
Stichwörter: laughter society opinions opinion chatter gossip annoyance peers anarchists annoyed herd greed-obscenity
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