Yes, I know,' she said in answer to the unasked, for there was no time for explanations. 'Yes. My face is spoilt.' Grandible's jowl wobbled and creased. Then, for the first time that Neverfell could remember, he changed to a Face she had never seen before, a frown more ferocious and alarming than either of the others. 'Who the shambles told you that?' he barked. 'Spoilt? I'll spoil them.' He took hold of her chin and examined her. 'A bit sadder, maybe. A bit wiser. But nothing rotten. You're just growing yourself a rind at last. Still a good cheese.
It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.
The longer I live, the more it grieves me to see man, who occupies his supreme place for the very purpose of imposing his will upon nature, and freeing himself and his from an outrageous necessity--to see him taken up with some false notion, and doing just the opposite of what he wants to do; and then, because the whole bent of his mind is spoilt, bungling miserably over everything.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I knew I was breaking about a dozen laws but I guess I had different attitudes to stuff like that since the war. Laws were for the stupid the immature the irresponsible. The inflexible and the narrow-minded. The prejudiced. The obsessive. The lazy and careless and selfish and spoilt. The violent.
I do miss Glasgow but Malibu is home now. I love it here and when I do go back to Scotland it takes me a bit of time to acclimatise. I am a spoilt so-and-so. I live in the mountains of Malibu in the most gorgeous house and I phone my mum every day and tell her that I have got bad news - that it is only 70 degrees here.
This leads us to note down in our psychological chart of the mass-man of today two fundamental traits: the free expansion of his vital desires, and, therefore, of his personality; and his radical ingratitude towards all that has made possible the ease of his existence. These traits together make up the well-known psychology of the spoilt child.
Jose Ortega y Gasset
My dogs are spoilt for sure. They are pampered pooches. But I love them so much! I guess all dogs need to be washed, but maybe blueberry facials aren't essential. It's quite fun, though. You want to give your children everything; I don't have children, so I want my dogs to have a good life.
I really make sure that my girls understand the importance of education. I don't want them to be spoilt and only know private-school kids. I want them to behave well by example. I believe if you are nice to people, children will follow. Likewise, if you are rude to people, children will follow.
Wendi Deng Murdoch
My mum and dad ran a family cafe in Sligo for 35 years and worked long hours. We grew up in a very hard-working family and had a lovely atmosphere, as we lived above the restaurant. It definitely made me want to work hard, whatever I chose to do. As the baby of seven kids, I was definitely a bit spoilt.
Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction.
Fashion is primitive in its insistence on exhibitionism, which withers in isolation. The catwalk fashion show with its incandescent hype is its apotheosis. A ritualized gathering of connoiseurs and the spoilt at a spotlit parade of snazzy pulchritude, it is an industrialized version of the pagan festivals of renewal. At the end of each seasonal display, a priesthood is enjoined to carry news of the omens to the masses.
A good taste in art feels the presence or the absence of merit; a just taste discriminates the degree--the poco piu and the poco meno. A good taste rejects faults; a just taste selects excellences. A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious. A good taste may be lowered or spoilt; a just taste can only go on refining more and more.
Anna Brownell Jameson
The earth doesn't belong to anyone. It is the land upon which all of us are to live for many years, ploughing, reaping and destroying. You are always a guest on this earth and have the austerity of a guest. Austerity is far deeper than owning only a few things. The very word austerity has been spoilt by the monks, by the sannyasis, by the hermits. Sitting on that high hill alone in the solitude of many things, many rocks and little animals and ants, that word has no meaning.
By the time the child can draw more that scribble, by the age of four or five years, an already well-formed body of conceptual knowledge formulated in language dominates his memory and controls his graphic work. Drawings are graphic accounts of essentially verbal processes. As an essentially verbal education gains control, the child abandons his graphic efforts and relies almost entirely on words. Language has first spoilt drawing and then swallowed it up completely.
On occasions the person may appear ill-mannered; for example, one young man with Asperger's Syndrome wanted to attract his mother;s attention while she was talking to a group of her friends, and loudly said, 'Hey, you!', apparently unaware of the more appropriate means of addressing his mother in public. The child, being impulsive and not aware of the consequences, says the first thing that comes into their mind. Strangers may consider the child to be rude, inconsiderate or spoilt, giving the parents a withering look and assuming the unusual social behavior is a result of parental incompetence. They may comment, 'Well, if I had him for two weeks he would be a different child.' The parents' reaction may be that they would gladly let them have the child, as they need a rest, and to prove a point.
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn't even feel it. And yet I believe you'll be sensible of a little gap. But you'd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this -But oh my dear, I can't be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don't love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don't really resent it.
THINKING ABOUT HOW FAR I'VE COME, HOW FAR I'M GOING SPEEDING ON THE ROAD TO RICHES, NO I'M NEVER SLOWING I WORKED SO LONG WITH NO RESULTS BUT NOW IT'S FINALLY SHOWING I PLANTED THE SEED A WHILE AGO BUT NOW IT'S FINALLY GROWING WENT FROM BEING ANONYMOUS TO EVERYBODY KNOWING MY NAME TRYING TO REMAIN FOCUSED BUT IT'S HARD TO REFRAIN FROM THE PERKS OF THE FAME AND IT'S A DAMN SHAME I WOULD DIP OUT OF THE LAB JUST TO SIP SOME CHAMPAGNE WITH A BAD BITCH WHO WOULDN'T GIVE A FUCK IF I AIN'T HAVE SHIT FOR SOME REASON I THINK I NEEDED WHEN I WANTED THE FEELING OF FEELING WANTED WHILE DRINKING AND GETTING BLUNTED THEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING LIKE "FUCK I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT" YOU KNOW THAT FEELING YOU GET DEEP DOWN IN YOUR STOMACH WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WRONG WASTING TIME WITH HER, WHOLE TIME I COULD'VE WROTE A SONG LOOKING IN THE MIRROR LIKE "YO WHAT IS GOING ON?" I'M FEELING SO WEAK BUT I KNOW I'M STRONG COULD IT BE WHEN WE WITNESS OUR OWN MOTHERS WITH MULTIPLE LOVERS, WHEN WE JUST NEEDED HER THERE TO LOVE US THEN WE GROW UP AND ATTEMPT TO FILL THE VOID BY BEING UNDER COVERS WITH BITCHES THAT JUST WANNA FUCK US I APOLOGISE IF I DIGRESS IT'S JUST THAT AS I'M WRITING I REALISE WHY I STRESS OVER SHIT THAT'S MAJOR TO ME THAT HOLD SUCH MINOR IMPORTANCE LIKE DRIVING THE FLYEST WHIPS, ROCKING THE LATEST JORDANS SPEND ALL OF MY TIME RECORDING WITH HOPES OF MAKING A FORTUNE JUST SO I CAN BE AT PEACE WHEN ALL THIS BRINGS IS DISTORTION COULD IT BE CAUSE IN MY PAST I SAW ALL OF THESE SPOILT LITTLE KIDS THAT ALWAYS HAD IT ALL WHEN ALL I HAD WAS HAND-ME-DOWNS NEVER ACCEPTED, JUST REJECTED ALWAYS LOOKED AT AS A SQUARE, SO NOW I HAVE TO BALL CAUSE AFTER ALL THE SAME THING THAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND IS THE SAME THING THAT'S MAKING ALL THESE GIRLS GO DOWN THAT THEY DON'T REALLY LOVE ME, JUST FEELS GOOD TO HEAR THEM SAY IT MY SONG ON THE RADIO, IT FEELS GOOD TO HEAR 'EM PLAY IT THE WAITRESS BRINGS THE CHECK, FEELS GOOD TO BE THE ONE TO PAY IT WITHOUT A RECIPE, FEELS GOOD TO STILL SAY THAT I MADE IT AND IF I CHANGED, THEN I CHANGED FOR THE BETTER NOTHING CHANGED BUT THE CHEDDAR AND THE WAY I PAY FEES SO WHEN I MAKE IT RAIN, NOTHING CHANGED BUT THE WEATHER CAUSE I KNOW THE CHEDDAR AIN'T GON' MAKE A NIGGA SAY CHEESE CAUSE AT THE TOP IT'S LONELY, IT CAN BE HARD TO COPE AND ALL THE RICHES DON'T MEAN NOTHING IF YOUR HEART IS BROKE I SWEAR THIS IS THE REALEST SHIT I EVER WROTE SO I KNOW THEY GON' FEEL IT, 'LEAST I HOPE AND FUCK BEING SHORT TERM, THIS IS A LONG TERM GAME I GOT SHORT TERM GOALS FOR THAT LONG TERM FAME TRYING NOT TO MAKE A WRONG TURN CAUSE WHAT YOU DO FOR SHORT TERM PLEASURE CAN CAUSE LONG TERM PAIN AND MAMA WALWAYS SAID THERE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT 'EM BUT THAT'S JUST SOMETHING MOTHERS SAY RIGHT? I TOLD LOGIC THAT I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT 'EM BUT THAT'S JUST SOMETHING BROTHERS SAY RIGHT I LET MY TEAM KNOW AS SOON AS I GET IT I GOT 'EM WOULDN'T HAVE IT NO OTHER WAY RIGHT? MIDDLE FINGER TO WHOEVER THAT WANTED TO DOUBT 'EM CAUSE WHO THE FUCK IS THEY RIGHT?
C Dot Castro