Category Archives: DISDAIN

We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. RUMI.

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How very like you, Puck.” Ash’s voice came from a great distance, and the room started to spin. “Offer them a taste of faery wine, and act surprised when they’re consumed by it.”
That struck me as hilarious, and I broke into hysterical giggles. And once I began, I couldn’t stop. I laughed until I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. My feet itched and my skin crawled. I needed to move, to do something. I tried standing up, wanting to spin and dance, but the room tilted violently and I fell, still shrieking with laughter.
Somebody caught me, scooping me off my feet and into their arms. I smelled frost and winter, and heard an exasperated sigh from somewhere above my head.
“What are you doing, Ash?” I heard someone ask. A familiar voice, though I couldn’t think of his name, or why he sounded so suspicious.
“I’m taking her back to her room.” The person above me sounded wonderfully calm and deep. I sighed and settled into his arms. “She’ll have to sleep off the effects of the fruit. We’ll likely be here another day because of your idiocy.”
The other voice said something garbled and unintelligible. I was suddenly too sleepy and light-headed to care. Relaxing against the mysterious person’s chest, I fell into a heady sleep.” 

Julie KagawaThe Iron King

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It was one thing to go into battle with confidence, another to believe the foe so easily defeated.”

― Richard A. Knaak, The Demon Soul

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“If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep.”

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Rosie O’Donnell

A woman can hide her love for 40 years, but her disgust and anger not for one day.

– Arab Proverb

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“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”

― Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths

all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

― Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty

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No tears, Celia, now shall win

         My resolv’d heart to return;

I have search’d thy soul within,

         And find nought, but pride, and scorn;

I have learn’d thy arts, and now

Can disdain as much as thou.

Some power, in my revenge, convey

That love to her I cast away.

Disdain Returned

BY THOMAS CAREW

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173131