Idiot Quotes

It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.

I've had great success being a total idiot.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant 'idiot'.

I can’t decide if you’re a fearmonger or a coward.
And I can’t decide if you’re an idiot or an idiot.

Elene gasped and sat up. "Kylar Thaddeus Stern!"
Kylar giggled. "Thaddeus? That's a good one. I knew a Thaddeus once."
"So did I. He was a blind idiot."
"Really?" Kylar said, his eyes dancing. "The one I knew was famous for his gigantic-"
"Kylar!" Elene interrupted, motioning toward Uly.
"His gigantic what?" Uly asked.
"Now you did it." Elene said, "His gigantic what, Kyler?"
"Feet. And you know what they say about big feet." He winked lasciviously at Elene.
"What?" Uly asked.
"Big Shoes," Kylar said.

Don’t kill me, he sobbed as he lay there. Oh God, please don’t kill me.
If you had let me finish, Skulduggery said, slightly annoyed, you would have heard me say, ‘Come out, we’re not
going to hurt you’. Idiot.
He probably wouldn’t have said idiot, Valkyrie told the sobbing man. We’re trying our best to be nice.
The man blinked through his tears, and looked up.
You’re... You’re not going to kill me?
No, we’re not, Valkyrie said gently, so long as you wipe your nose right now.

Did I hear God call me an idiot?

To every rule there is an exception—and an idiot ready to demonstrate it. Don't be the one!

Which is when I decided I would never love anyone again because you just felt like an idiot when you put love out there and it didn't come back your way.

I am the kid who sticks her finger in the light socket. I am the person who doesn't check the expiration date on the milk. I am the idiot who has never looked before she leaped. I am the girl who is falling apart, right now.

We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot."
"Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.

Idiot - A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling. The Idiot's activity is not confined to any special field of thought or action, but "pervades and regulates the whole." He has the last word in everything; his decision is unappealable. He sets the fashions and opinion of taste, dictates the limitations of speech and circumscribes conduct with a dead-line.

Everything is going to be fine.
I hate it when people say that, people who have absolutely no idea of what’s coming next. They turn you into an idiot for even asking.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, "What did I say? What did I say?"
"What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.

I know these sorts of people. They're not men. They're mustaches with idiots attached.

It will take time to restore chaos

How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!

Why do women waste their time trying to convince their insecure family members and girlfriends that they are beautiful? Self esteem is not a beauty cream that you can rub all over them and see instant results. Instead, convince them they are not stupid. Every intelligent woman knows outward beauty is a nip, tuck, chemical peel or diet away. If you don't like it, fix it.

Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence - their speech centres are destroyed - except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tied an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames lick his thighs. His flesh jerks in the fire with insect agony.

Romantic Egoist
What's better, an idiot who never tries... or an idiot who at least takes a shot?

You smoke?
Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?

Therefore, when a person refuses to come to Christ it is never just because of a lack of evidence or because of intellectual difficulties: at root, he refuses to come because he willingly ignores and rejects the drawing of God's Spirit on his heart. No one in the final analysis fails to become a Christian because of a lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with god.

To those of you who received honors, awards , and distinctions, I say, well done. And to the C students I say, you, too, can be president of the United States.

The Idiot. I have read it once, and find that I don't remember the events of the book very well--or even all the principal characters. But mostly the 'portrait of a truly beautiful person' that dostoevsky supposedly set out to write in that book. And I remember how Myshkin seemed so simple when I began the book, but by the end, I realized how I didn't understand him at all. the things he did. Maybe when I read it again it will be different. But the plot of these dostoevsky books can hold such twists and turns for the first-time reader-- I guess that's b/c he was writing most of these books as serials that had to have cliffhangers and such.
But I make marks in my books, mostly at parts where I see the author's philosophical points standing in the most stark relief. My copy of Moby Dick is positively full of these marks. The Idiot, I find has a few...
Part 3, Section 5. The sickly Ippolit is reading from his 'Explanation' or whatever its called. He says his convictions are not tied to him being condemned to death. It's important for him to describe, of happiness: "you may be sure that Columbus was happy not when he had discovered America, but when he was discovering it." That it's the process of life--not the end or accomplished goals in it--that matter. Well. Easier said than lived!
Part 3, Section 6. more of Ippolit talking--about a christian mindset. He references Jesus's parable of The Word as seeds that grow in men, couched in a description of how people are interrelated over time; its a picture of a multiplicity.
Later in this section, he relates looking at a painting of Christ being taken down from the cross, at Rogozhin's house. The painting produced in him an intricate metaphor of despair over death "in the form of a huge machine of the most modern construction which, dull and insensible, has aimlessly clutched, crushed, and swallowed up a great priceless Being, a Being worth all nature and its laws, worth the whole earth, which was created perhaps solely for the sake of the advent of this Being." The way Ippolit's ideas are configured, here, reminds me of the writings of Gilles Deleuze. And the phrasing just sort of remidns me of the way everyone feels--many people feel crushed by the incomprehensible machine, in life. Many people feel martyred in their very minor ways. And it makes me think of the concept that a narrative religion like Christianity uniquely allows for a kind of socialized or externalized, shared experience of subjectivity. Like, we all know the story of this man--and it feels like our own stories at the same time.
Part 4, Section 7. Myshkin's excitement (leading to a seizure) among the Epanchin's dignitary guests when he talks about what the nobility needs to become ("servants in order to be leaders"). I'm drawn to things like this because it's affirming, I guess, for me: "it really is true that we're absurd, that we're shallow, have bad habits, that we're bored, that we don't know how to look at things, that we can't understand; we're all like that." And of course he finds a way to make that into a good thing. which, it's pointed out by scholars, is very important to Dostoevsky philosophy--don't deny the earthly passions and problems in yourself, but accept them and incorporate them into your whole person. Me, I'm still working on that one.

My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away.
"A
cute
idiot," Ally corrects me.
"That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.

People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.

She really did like me, the idiot.

POLONIUS My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
POLONIUS By th'mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel.
POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel.
HAMLET Or like a whale?
POLONIUS Very like a whale.
HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. - They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will come by and by.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

Amongst all the beautiful women in this world..
There's always an idiot ex-boyfriend, who still expects her love again

I was recently on a tour of Latin America, and the only regret I have was that I didn't study Latin harder in school so I could converse with those people.

El idiota cree que todos son idiotas menos él.

Pinn just won a medal for intelligence,' Frey said, shaking his head as he clapped. 'I don't want to live on this planet any more.

A healthy argument, even with an idiot, is always good; it opens one's eyes to own misunderstandings.

The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better.

Usted puede ser tan pesimista, o en su defecto tan existencialista como quiera. Sin embargo también se ha enamorado. Cómo cualquier idiota.

Smartass is a latent idiot.

It wasn't as if crack was getting great press in the South Bronx in 1999, but it took a particular kind of idiot to wake up one day and say, 'Angel dust is a product I've heard nothing but good about, and it's about time I was involved.

These are the words of a fool: I am happy to be a fool, for i won't spend my time gazing at lines difficult to decipher, while my mates are drinking with glee.

Fast jeder kommt als Genie auf die Welt und wird als Idiot begraben.

Does this dress make my ass look big?" I ask him.
"You look like a fat cow in high heels," he laughs.
Yes, I am married to this idiot.

The first objection to Darwinism is that it is only a guess and was never anything more. It is called a 'hypothesis,' but the word 'hypothesis,' though euphonious, dignified and high-sounding, is merely a scientific synonym for the old-fashioned word 'guess.' If Darwin had advanced his views as a guess they would not have survived for a year, but they have floated for half a century, buoyed up by the inflated word 'hypothesis.' When it is understood that hypothesis means 'guess,' people will inspect it more carefully before accepting it.

Un mot exprime à lui seul ce double caractère, solitaire et inconnaissable, de toute chose au monde : le mot idiotie. Idiôtès, idiot, signifie simple, particulier, unique ; puis, par une extension sémantique dont la signification philosophique est de grande portée, personne dénuée d’intelligence, être dépourvu de raison. Toute chose, toute personne sont ainsi idiotes dès lors qu’elles n’existent qu’en elles-mêmes, c’est-à-dire sont incapables d’apparaître autrement que là où elles sont et telles qu’elles sont : incapables donc, et en premier lieu, de se refléter, d’apparaître dans le double du miroir. Or, c'est le sort finalement de toute réalité que de ne pouvoir se dupliquer sans devenir aussitot autre: l'image offerte par le miroir n'est pas superposable à la réalité qu'elle suggère.

Without a response, I just stand there like an idiot. Like she just slapped my brain out of my skull and I can’t think.

When the stock market crashed, Franklin Roosevelt got on the television and didn't just talk about the princes of greed. He said, 'Look, here's what happened.

Look, John's last-minute economic plan does nothing to tackle the number-one job facing the middle class, and it happens to be, as Barack says, a three-letter word: jobs. J-O-B-S, jobs.

What an idiot I'd been. What a spoilt brat. What a bloody fool.

I am stupid" Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter " And kind, which makes me the biggest idiot in the world.