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“There is no worse tyranny than to force a man to pay for what he does not want merely because you think it would be good for him.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

“Kyo: Of course, I'll beat YOU, too!

Yuki: Don't you ever get tired of saying that?

Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It's my goal in life!

Yuki: It's so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just because you can't meet your goals.

Kyo: THAT CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE OF YOURS REALLY PISSES ME OFF!

Yuki: And that revolting thought process of yours pisses me off.”
― Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket, Vol. 1

“Some use "ambiguity" as their native language and prefer to hide behind a veil of para-social intrigue or deceit. They readily apply a strategy of a condescendingly friendly approach. Still, as we can capture arresting signals that urge us to defuse a dire threat of besiegement, we can decipher any shrouded or manipulative intentions and steer clear of unforeseen pitfalls. ("Finally things had lost their weightiness")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Navigating ableist situations is like traversing the muckiest mud pit. Ableism runs so deep in our society that most ableists don't recognize their actions as ableist. They coat ableism in sweetness, then expect applause for their "good" deeds. Attempts to explain the ableism behind the "good deeds" get brushed aside as sensitive, angry, and ungrateful.”
― Haben Girma, Haben: The Deafblind Woman Who Conquered Harvard Law

“We are a society that treats people with disabilities with condescension and pity, not dignity and respect.”
― Stella Young

“Thus, those with long and glittering careers (e.g. me) tend to look down on those (e.g. Ascobol) whose names have been unearthed more recently, and haven't amassed so many fine achievements.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Ptolemy's Gate

“By belittling others we only show how little and shallow we are.”
― Abhijit Naskar, AÅŸkanjali: The Sufi Sermon

“Enough with this condescending outlook of life from a high and mighty, intellectual pedestal! Come down, come down to earth, come down to the street, come down to the soil, for that's where life is.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Making Britain Civilized: How to Gain Readmission to The Human Race

“When I said, “You could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables,â€� I was talking about well-documented reality. ... But too many of Trump’s core supporters do hold views that I find—there’s no other word for it—deplorable.”
― Hillary Rodham Clinton, What Happened

“Look in your bill box, do you see someone else’s name? When you do; then you can worry about what that person thinks.”
― Ron Baratono

“It is extremely rare for most people to give you advice without thinking they are better or smarter than you.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Society teaches us to fall in line and be grateful even in times of injustice. It'll feel almost alien when you start speaking up but standing up for yourself is always the right thing to do.”
― Torron-Lee Dewar

“Young people today seem to be positively pickled in gin.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Hangman's Holiday: A Collection of Short Mysteries

“Some people think their advice is a gift, and some people think they know every dam thing. You have to decide only one of these people are worth listening to.”
― Ron Baratono

“Feyre,' he said, reaching for me, but I stepped out of range. 'Why do you need to know these things? Is it not enough for you to recover in peace? You earned that for yourself. You earned it. I relaxed the number of sentries here; I've been trying... trying to be better about it. So leave the rest of it-' He took a steadying breath. 'This isn't the time for this conversation.'

It was never the time for this conversation, or that conversation. But I didn't say it. I didn't have the energy to say it, and the words dried up and blew away. So I memorised the lines of Tamlin's face, and didn't fight him as he pulled me to his chest and held me tightly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You are young, child. You have much to learn about the ways of the world-'

'Do not,' Rhys said with deadly quiet, 'condescend to her.' The eldest queen- who was but a child to him, to his centuries of existence- had the good sense to look nervous at that tone. Rhys's eyes were glazed, his face as unforgiving as his voice as he went on, 'Do not insult Feyre for speaking with her heart, with compassion for those who cannot defend themselves, when you speak from only selfishness and cowardice.'

The eldest stiffened. 'For the greater good-'

'Many atrocities,' Rhys purred, 'have been done in the name of the greater good.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Molten rage poured into me. I hissed at Tamlin, 'If you bring me from here, if you take me from my mate, I will destroy you. I will destroy your court, and everything you hold dear.'

Tamlin's lips thinned. But he said simply, 'You don't know what you're talking about.'

Lucien cringed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Considering others inferior is never the answer. A condescending attitude is never the answer.”
― Humanityisdiversity.org

“House rule number nine. No roach shall drink or eat out of the good cups in the kitchen. The plastic cups are in the pantry.”
― La Tisha Honor, Teen Roach

“It’s a peculiar feature of human nature that we love to see those close to us climb up the staircase of success, but, behind us. If they happen to catch up with us, needing to share the space with them, we feel choked, and were they to overtake us, we feel morose, though they might remain friendly. It is because, used as we were to condescend to descend in our affections, we lose countenance, not counting our jealousy, that they too might seem patronizing from the altered stations." Benign Flame: Saga of Love”
― BS Murthy

“It’s a peculiar feature of human nature that we love to see those close to us climb up the staircase of success, but, behind us. If they happen to catch up with us, needing to share the space with them, we feel choked, and were they to overtake us, we feel morose, though they might remain friendly. It is because, used as we were to condescend to descend in our affections, we lose countenance, not counting our jealousy, that they too might seem patronizing from the altered stations.”
― BS Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“Amity above assumption, comity over condescension, that's the way forward.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Mücadele Muhabbet: Gospel of An Unarmed Soldier

“Om det var nÃ¥got som Dick verkligen avskydde, var det detta som brukade kallas "psykologi". Hela det fÃ¥niga och inte sÃ¥ litet aggressiva ansprÃ¥ket att förstÃ¥ de andra. PÃ¥ ett särskilt, finare sätt. Ta kontroll över dem, genom att säga sig ha en större kunskap om människor än de själva hade.”
― Lars Gustafsson, La clandestina

“It’s a peculiar feature of human nature that we love to see those close to us, climb up the staircase of success, but, behind us. If they happen to catch up with us, needing to share the space with them, we feel choked, and were they to overtake us, we feel morose, though they might remain friendly. It is because, used as we were to condescend to descend in our affections to them, we lose countenance, not counting our jealousy, that they too might seem patronizing from their altered stations.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“Regional,â€� I think, is a careless term, as well as a condescending one, because what it does is fail to differentiate between the localized raw material of life and its outcome as art. “Regionalâ€� is an outsider’s term; it has no meaning for the insider who is doing the writing, because as far as he knows he is simply writing about life.”
― Eudora Welty

“So you've all been defiling the pool house all these years and no one bothered to tell me," Vansh filled the glass up again, and yes, he sounded sulky as hell at being left out. Vansh was a good five years younger than Ashna, who was the closest to him in age. Between the age gap and the fact that he had gone off to boarding school in India at sixteen, he should have been used to the feeling by now.
"Eeew," all his sisters said at once.
Nisha took the glass out of Vansh's hand again. "It's a good thing we let you drink when you're underage."
He was twenty-six and they all knew it.
"It's illegal in the state of California for children to have sex," Trisha said, ruffling Vansh's hair with complete disregard for how much he hated his hair being ruffled. It took a lot of effort to get it to look this good. "And we're the Rajes. You're not allowed to get frisky until you're thirty."
"How are you allowed to be thirty-two and call it 'getting frisky'?" Vansh said, patting his hair in place. "And for the record, I could teach you a thing or two about getting frisky."
Trisha made a gagging face and then smiled. "Of course, baby." She wrapped her arms around Vansh. "You could teach most of us a thing or two about most things. You're our worldly baby brother, the light of our lives."
"The apple of our eyes," Nisha said, joining the hug.
"Our pride and joy," Ashna said, completing the group hug.
"But we are going to have to punch you if you mention sex around us again," Trisha finished up.
As his sisters squeezed him and let him go, the sting of being left out of their nefarious pool house antics, and everything else they always thought he was too young for, died down.”
― Sonali Dev, The Emma Project

“Shameful,' Rhysand purred, and we whirled to find him faintly illuminated by the light that broke in through the doorway. But he stood behind us- father into the passage, rather than toward the door. He hadn't come in through the throne room. With that ability of his, he had probably walked through the walls. 'Just shameful.' He stalked toward us. Tamlin remained holding me. 'Look at what you've done to my pet.'

Panting, neither of us said anything. But the air became a cold kiss upon my skin- upon my exposed breasts.

'Amarantha would be greatly aggrieved if she knew her little warrior was dallying with the human help,' Rhysand went on, crossing his arms. 'I wonder how she'd punish you. Or perhaps she'd stay true to habit and punish Lucien. He still has one eye to lose, after all. Maybe she'll put it in a ring, too.'

Ever so slowly, Tamlin removed my hands from his body and stepped out of my embrace.

'I'm glad to see you're being reasonable,' Rhysand said, and Tamlin bristled. 'Now, be a clever High Lord and buckle your belt and fix your clothes before you go out there.'

Tamlin looked at me, and, to my horror, did as Rhysand instructed. My High Lord never took his eyes off my face as he straightened his tunic and hair, then retrieved and fastened his belt again. The paint on his hands and clothes- paint from me- vanished.

'Enjoy your party,' Rhysand crooned, pointing to the door.

Tamlin's green eyes flickered as they continued to stare into mine. He softly said, 'I love you.' Without another glance at Rhysand, he left.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The king jerked his chin at my left arm. 'Break that bond between you two.'

'Please,' I whispered.

'How else is Tamlin to have his bride? He can't very well have a wife who runs off to another male once a month.'

Rhys remained silent, though his grip tightened on Azriel. Observing- weighing, sorting through the lock on his power. The thought of that silence between our souls being permanent...

My voice cracked as I said to Tamlin, still at the opposite end of the crude half circle we'd formed before the dais. 'Don't. Don't let him. I told you- I told you that I was fine. That I left-'

'You weren't well,' Tamlin snarled. 'He used that bond to manipulate you. Why do you think I was gone so often? I was looking for a way to get you free. And you left.'

'I left because I was going to die in that house.'

The King of Hybern clicked his tongue. 'Not what you expected, is it?'

Tamlin growled at him, but again held out his hand toward me. 'Come home with me. Now.'

'No.'

'Feyre.' An unflinching command.

Rhys was barely breathing- barely moving.

And I realised... realised it was to keep his scent from becoming apparent. Our scent. Our mating bond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You're calling me shallow? So you know so much about this, huh? Which restaurants have you worked in?" He held his hands out. "Where are your scars?"
I stiffened. I shouldn't have to pour out any of my pain for him to take me seriously. "I don't have to have worked in a restaurant to know what makes cooking really good," I snapped.
He folded his arms like a sulky fourteen-year-old. "Then educate me."
That clearly wasn't an invitation, but screw it. I stood up and planted my hands on the table. "Caring. I don't mean for the details. I mean caring for the person who's going to eat it. Giving them a little piece of what you love the most." I jabbed my finger at my plate. "All of these dishes, they're just about showing off."
He rubbed his forearm hard, his face stony. "But I won Fire on High. I'm kind of a big deal, in case you didn't know. I think it's OK for me to show off."
I held up a finger. "You won one competition," I said slowly, contempt sneaking into my voice. "This year. Can you name the person who won two years ago? Three? Unless you take this seriously, your book will gather dust in a remainder pile somewhere, a historical record of a leprechaun in a stupid bandanna who was famous for a hot second."
The stone in his expression crumbled away. Bright green eyes flashed, hands clenched. His mouth opened and closed, and finally he hissed, "Who the fuck are you to tell me that? You're nobody. You can't even get your own name on a book. Who gives a shit what you think?"
My voice shot high with anger. "I'm the woman who has to clean up your mess, you entitled, arrogant brat."
It was quiet. Not the silence of people eating delicious food. It was post-atomic-bomb explosion quiet.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“Condescending is worst more than Enmity.”
― Zinny Ekechukwu