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“Kaladin frowned. “Wait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?��
“Well, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated.��
“Storms, you’re spoiled,�� Kaladin said, smiling.
“I’m refined, you insolent farmer,�� Adolin said. Then he grinned. “Besides, I’ll have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here.��
“Poor boy.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance

“Many men remain spoiled boys that have never grown up. Women are prepared to raise them and take pain with patience, both as a condescendant contribution to supercilious compassion and as a proof of the eminence of their sense of worth. ("Prêt-à-penser" / "Ready-to-wear thinking")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“In a world spoiled by the obituary of attention and the dormancy of empathy, people are coming up short of authentic emotion. (“The upper lip must never tremble��)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Still. Something is missing. Something is off. So, how fucking spoiled am I, then? How fucking broken? What is wrong with me that I can have everything I could ever want and have ever asked for and still wake up in the morning feeling like every day is a slog?”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built

“In the midst of this screaming era
desires break constantly
longings cracks persistently
and countless dreams keep spilling around.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Badness is only spoiled goodness.”
― C.S. Lewis

“. . . we shouldn’t always have what we want: it spoils the best of us, doesn’t it?”
― Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

“Some virtues, when they become fashions, also become exaggerated. Just because nobody likes a judgmental attitude does not mean that there isn't a sort of spoiled, self-righteous hypocrisy when one man obsessively commands other men not to judge without knowing the circumstances without himself, too, knowing their circumstances behind their judgments.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look through your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong �as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass �a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make �you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has �been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, �would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it in any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows�� and a “wake of buzzards�� but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re �afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness �of ravens��?”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“Fish is the only food that is considered spoiled once it smells like what it is.”
― P. J. O'Rourke

“But you shouldn't have let her. That's the only way with these fanciful women that chaw high--innocent or guilty. She'd have come round in time. We all do! Custom does it! It's all the same in the end! However, I think she's fond of her man still--whatever he med be of her. You were too quick about her. I shouldn't have let her go! I should have kept her chained on-- her spirit for kicking would have been broke soon enough! There's nothing like bondage and a stone-deaf taskmaster for taming us women. Besides, you've got the laws on your side. Moses knew.”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“How humans love plundering a forest, like spoiled children with their parents' ATM cards and no concept of moderation”
― Paul Rosolie, Mother of God: An Extraordinary Journey into the Uncharted Tributaries of the Western Amazon

“Once you truly love, nothing else will do.
So now that you're gone I will choose nothing else.”
― Kate McGahan

“. . . darkness was staining all the intricate channels of what had once seemed so perfect.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine

“One wrong will put all wrong.”
― Brothers Grimm

“No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it."

"That's rather a sad view of life, surely."

"Things so often get spoiled."

"I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“How irrevocably spoilt, down to its minutest detail, his world was now. Even the countryside was spoilt, the animals, the birds, the flowers. There was nowhere to run to.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine

“My dear Orga is here on my lap, sleeping blissfully after I spoilt her with the best cuts of meat from the café and a great deal of cream. Rose made several withering remarks about the devilish nature of faerie cats, as well as my indulgence of her, which he seemed to think a bit maudlin, and yet I saw that old hypocrite sneak her several morsels from his dinner plate when he thought I wasn't looking. Like Shadow, she has adopted a glamour here, and presently looks every bit the part of an ordinary mortal cat, apart from her eyes, which flask like gold coins.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“What a spoiled, ungrateful ass I was.”
― Ransom Riggs, Hollow City

“These girls looked awfully bored to me. I saw them on the sunroof, yawning and painting their nails and trying to keep up their Bermuda tans, and they seemed bored as hell. I talked with one of them, and she was bored with yachts and bored with flying around in airplanes and bored with skiing in Switzerland at Christmas and bored with the men in Brazil.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“[I]n that white flower I was reminded of the blossoms I had grown up with...[I]t seemed the loveliest thing I had seen for many days, and I stood there staring at it.
But as I continued stumbling over to the creek, I saw that the flower was no flower at all but rather a crumple of tissue, at its heart a smear of blood. I felt a sort of fury - first, rightly, that Esme should be so careless with disposing of her own trash, and second (and I admit less defensibly), that she should have spoiled for me an image so soothing.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, The People in the Trees

“When children are spoiled, you can never satisfy them, they are a great empty hole, devouring everything. They search for something to satisfy them, but nothing ever does. Like a stomach stretched out, it takes more and more to fill them - until nothing can. Nothing and no one will ever be enough - it's terribly sad!”
― Sarah Ready, French Holiday

“If not careful... there is possibility getting spoiled.”
― Deyth Banger

“Mother would not like him to be too rude to this girl, even if she was the spoiled little monster for whose entertainment his life had been ruined.”
― Noor Al-Shanti, Children of the Dead City

“If the change of God had not been, they would have transgressed the people and would have spoiled great corruption.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“You're spoiled—that's all—just spoiled. Life must be great for you—do nothing and let someone else do everything.”
― Chester Brown, I Never Liked You: A Comic Strip Narrative

“Every living thing is spoiled beyond our ability to imagine.

Some children are spoiled materially, but every one alive today was born into inherited wealth.

We inherited thousand of words, facial ex, handgestures and other creative abilities to express ourselves, to transfer the contents of our minds through music, art and science. The structures which enables us (with otherwise quite primitive tendencies) to coexist peacefully, in productive ways. All the progress, all the grease, all of it.

We inherited the lives and tales of our ancestors as written in our DNA, every difficulty and every pleasure, their biological ADAPTIONS for the assistance of survival in our local enviroments, and the ability to dynamically develop our own. Every fiber in our bodies, every connection, all of it.

We inherited our birthplace, our neighbours, our country, our Earth, our Moon, our orbit, our Sun, our Milkyway, �� (and all the contents within each).

Tabula rasa is therefor a flawed concept, nothing is truly blank, but how could it ever be easy for those with such short lives to truly grasp or summarize their long journey within an everliving species?”
― Monariatw

“Sometimes a hundred spoiled ships come to your port and you don't enjoy any of them, sometimes a humble boat arrives and you feel very happy!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When the spoiled child within us is bent on ranting until they get what they want, the best punishment might be to give it to them.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The Dark Cloud
Is the privileged attitude of those who were born with everything
Is the aggressive manner of people who want to rule as queen and king
Is the weakness in coping abilities that spoiled kids have
Is the obsession you have with finding your other halve”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud