Snobbery Quotes

Quotes tagged as "snobbery" (showing 1-30 of 66)
Brent Weeks
“What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.”
Brent Weeks

Dan Rather
“An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ”
Dan Rather

“Some people have such good taste they can't enjoy anything.”
Marty Rubin

Helen Keller
“I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the interminable comments and bewildering criticisms that teach but one thing: there are as many opinions as there are men.”
Helen Keller, The Story of My Life

Chris Hedges
“They [Harvard academia] liked the poor, but didn't like the smell of the poor.”
Chris Hedges

Arnold Bennett
“Nearly all bookish people are snobs, and especially the more enlightened among them. They are apt to assume that if a writer has immense circulation, if he is enjoyed by plain persons, and if he can fill several theatres at once, he cannont possibly be worth reading and merits only indifference and disdain.”
Arnold Bennett

Rick Riordan
“We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.”
Rick Riordan, The Throne of Fire

Alain de Botton
“People who hold important positions in society are commonly labelled "somebodies," and their inverse "nobodies"-both of which are, of course, nonsensical descriptors, for we are all, by necessity, individuals with distinct identities and comparable claims on existence. Such words are nevertheless an apt vehicle for conveying the disparate treatment accorded to different groups. Those without status are all but invisible: they are treated brusquely by others, their complexities trampled upon and their singularities ignored.”
Alain de Botton, Status Anxiety

Jane Austen
“I am no novel-reader -- I seldom look into novels -- Do not imagine that I often read novels -- It is really very well for a novel." Such is the common cant. "And what are you reading, Miss -- ?" "Oh! It is only a novel!" replies the young lady, while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. "It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda"; or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language.”
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

George Orwell
“I suppose there is no place in the world where snobbery is quite so ever-present or where it is cultivated in such refined and subtle forms as in an English public school. Here at least one cannot say that English ‘education’ fails to do its job. You forget your Latin and Greek within a few months of leaving school — I studied Greek for eight or ten years, and now, at thirty-three, I cannot even repeat the Greek alphabet — but your snobbishness, unless you persistently root it out like the bindweed it is, sticks by you till your grave.”
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier

G.K. Chesterton
“The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.”
G.K. Chesterton, All Things Considered

Daphne du Maurier
“A pleasantly situated hotel close to the sea, and chalets by the water's edge where one breakfasted. Clientele well-to-do, and although I count myself no snob I cannot abide paper bags and orange peel. ("Not After Midnight")”
Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories

Amit Kalantri
“Arrogant men with knowledge make more noise from their mouth than making a sense from their mind.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Christopher Hitchens
“Kilmartin wrote a highly amusing and illuminating account of his experience as a Proust revisionist, which appeared in the first issue of Ben Sonnenberg's quarterly Grand Street in the autumn of 1981. The essay opened with a kind of encouragement: 'There used to be a story that discerning Frenchmen preferred to read Marcel Proust in English on the grounds that the prose of A la recherche du temps perdu was deeply un-French and heavily influenced by English writers such as Ruskin.' I cling to this even though Kilmartin thought it to be ridiculous Parisian snobbery; I shall never be able to read Proust in French, and one's opportunities for outfacing Gallic self-regard are relatively scarce.”
Christopher Hitchens, Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays

Guadalupe Loaeza
“Se me hace muy chistoso que el mesero, que se ve a leguas que es mexicano, sin embargo nos hable en inglés. Luego va y le pasa la orden obviamente en español a otro, también mexicano. Pero ambos, él y nosotros, seguimos la farsa y nos negamos a reconocernos. No sé ya quién esnobea a quién.”
Guadalupe Loaeza, Compro, luego existo

Faith Hunter
“I walked across the two feet of drive to the lawn and stepped slowly onto the grass. It wasn't a wild grass, of course, but it was happy grass. Some variety of centipede, the mat
stretching across the open spaces, the leaves and roots and runners heavily steeped in time and good water and care and nitrates. It felt…satisfied, maybe, and very oddly, it also felt...snobbish, if grass can feel snobbish. My own mixed grasses at home felt useful, functional, and beneficial. "You are supposed to be eaten," I told the snobbish grass softly, "by
sheep and cattle and goats and geese. You are foodstuff."
"Nell?" Rick asked.
"Nothing," I said, walking away, the grass tickling my arches and pressing up between my toes. "Just talking to the grass.”
Faith Hunter, Blood of the Earth

David Nicholls
“I hate this complete obsession with class, especially at this place, you can hardly say 'hello' to anyone before they are getting all prolier-than-thou and telling you about how their dad's a one eyed chimney-sweep with rickets, and how they've still got an outside loo, and have never been on a plane or whatever, all that dubious crap, most of which is usually lies anyway, and I'm thinking why are you telling me this? Am I meant to feel guilty? D'you think it's my fault or something, or are you just feeling pleased with yourself for escaping your pre-determined social role or some self congratulatory bullshit? I mean, what does it matter anyway? People are people, if you ask me, and they rise or fall by their own talents and merits, and their own labours, and blaming the fact they've got a settee rather than a sofa, or eat tea rather tan dinner, that's just an excuse, it's just whining self-pity and shoddy thinking.... I don;t make judgements about other people because of their background and I expect people to treat me with the same courtesy... It's my parent's moeny and its not as if they got it from nicking people's dole or running sweatshops in Johannesburg or something. They worked fucking hard for what they've got. It's a privilege and they treat it as such and they do their best to give something back. But if you ask me, theres no snob like an inverted snob... Im just so fucking bored of people trying to pass plain old envy off as some sort of virtue.”
David Nicholls, Starter for Ten

Graham Austin-King
“Can I help you?" he said, in a manner which indicated very clearly that not only did he not wish to help them, but also that he resented the implication that he ought to”
Graham Austin-King, Fae - The Realm of Twilight

Charlotte MacLeod
“Scions of old families who've hit the skids do like to flaunt their illustrious ancestors....”
Charlotte MacLeod, The Corpse in Oozak's Pond

Alexandre Dumas
“You are perfectly right in objecting to them [modern art], for this one great fault - that they have not yet had time to become old.”
Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

George Orwell
“A Yorkshireman in the South will always take care to let you know that he regards you as an inferior. If you ask him why, he will explain that it is only in the North that life is 'real' life, that the industrial work done in the North is the only 'real' work, that the North is inhabited by 'real' people, the South merely by rentiers and their parasites. The Northerner has 'grit', he is grim, 'dour', plucky, warm-hearted and democratic; the Southerner is snobbish, effeminate and lazy - that at any rate is the theory. Hence the Southerner goes north, at any rate for the first time, with the vague inferiority-complex of a civilized man venturing among savages, while the Yorkshireman, like the Scotchman, comes to London in the spirit of a barbarian out for loot.”
George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier

Miles Watson
“No one knew much about the Twenty-Eighth Infantry. It was not a glamour outfit. They knew about the Big Red One and the Screaming Eagles, about the Eighty-Second Airborne and Hell On Wheels, but not about Twenty-Eighth Infantry. The name was met with a certain silence, as if he was in a room full of Harvard graduates and told them his degree was by correspondence.”
Miles Watson, A Story Never Told

James Kakalios
“This is not a "guilty pleasure" of mine, simply because I don't believe in "guilty" pleasures. Snobbery is just the public face of insecurity.”
James Kakalios, The Physics of Superheroes: Spectacular Second Edition

Rex Stout
“...it is our good fortune that the exigencies of birth and training furnish all of us with the opportunities for snobbery.”
Rex Stout, Fer-de-Lance

Lorraine Hansberry
“The Murchisons are honest-to-God-real-foe-rich colored people, and the only people in the world who are more snobbish than rich white people are rich colored people. I though everybody knew that.”
Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

Lorraine Hansberry
“I know he's rich. He knows he's rich, too.”
Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

Miles Watson
“No one knew much about the Twenty-Eighth Infantry. It was not a glamour outfit.
They knew about the Big Red One and the Screaming Eagles, about the Eighty-Second Airborne and Hell On Wheels, but not about Twenty-Eighth Infantry. The name was met with a certain silence, as if he was in a room full of Harvard graduates and told them his degree was by correspondence.”
Miles Watson, A Story Never Told

“Snobbery is an accentuated pride of belonging to a certain formally or informally defined circle of society which is perceived as superior or elite”
Sunday Adelaja, The Danger Of Monoculturalism In The XXI Century

“If you look down on people, eventually you will be nothing but an ant to those people that you looked down upon.”
Anthony T. Hincks

Margalit Fox
“At bottom, Conan Doyle for the Defense is a story about class identification: those snap judgments, themselves dark diagnostic instruments, that in every age are wielded to separate 'us' from 'them.”
Margalit Fox, Conan Doyle for the Defense: The True Story of a Sensational British Murder, a Quest for Justice, and the World's Most Famous Detective Writer

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