Scolded Quotes by Grantly Dick-Read, Craig Wilson, Sandi Toksvig, Franz Grillparzer, Lilith Saintcrow, J. Ruth Gendler and many others.
The woman in labor must have NO STRESS placed upon her. She must be free to move about, walk, rock, go to the bathroom by herself, lie on her side or back, squat or kneel, or anything she finds comfortable, without fear of being scolded or embarrassed. Nor is there any need for her to be either “quiet” or “good.”
The thing I like most about dogs is their absolute belief in their own innocence, even when they’ve been caught redhanded. No matter what they’ve been doing, every bad dog bears the same look when scolded: “What?”
The other day, I was taking part in an audience Q&A when I was roundly scolded by a woman for ‘allowing the BBC to ruin the English language.’ Naturally I felt terrible, as I had no idea either that it was happening or that I was responsible.
The way in which modern German poetry follows theories reminds me of pupils who, scolded by their teacher for their insubordination, justify themselves by saying that they invented new rules of propriety according to which they are quite well- behaved.
Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you’d end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That’s how these things always end up, isn’t it?
Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot.
The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human. They lost their tempers, got hungry, scolded God, were egotistical or impatient in their turns, made mistakes and regretted them. Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.
I think Twitter is becoming remarkably intolerant and heavily liberal. As in, anything that is perceived as being “pro Trump” is scolded and mocked.
I grew up being taught, ‘Do unto others as they would do unto you.’ I would get scolded for not being polite.
I got into trouble a while ago for saying that I thought the internet led to increased literacy – people scolded me about the shocking grammar to be found online – but I was talking about fundamentals: quite simply, you can’t use the net unless you can read.
David – the man after God’s own heart – was a man of war and a mighty man of valour. When all Israel were on the run, David faced Goliath – alone… with God – and he but a stripling, and well scolded, too, by his brother for having come to see the battle.
There was one director who crossed the line. I scolded him so much that he later never tried anything.
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.
We as humans are so imperfect. We are always looking for something more and always going astray from Jesus. Whether you believe in him or not, but he is always there with open arms. God never abandons you. He is always waiting for you to come back and when you do, you won’t be scolded – you will be embraced.
Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. “You HAD to break,” she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.
Most mothers kiss and scold together.
Fans will praise you, scold you, and offer helpful advice. Fans will also defend you.
Women are scolded both for being mothers and for not being mothers, for wanting to eat their cake and have it too, and for not wanting to eat their cake and have it too.
A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal.
Badgered, snubbed and scolded on the one hand; petted, flattered and indulged on the other-it is astonishing how many children work their way up to an honest manhood in spite of parents and friends. Human nature has an element of great toughness in it.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.
I didn’t see [Luigi St. Omer] as a teacher. I saw him as a comrade I respected and I could go to see anytime something was bothering me. He was indeed my “big brother”. He praised me when I did something exceptional and scolded me when I did things which were out of the way.
Children of course are monstrously conventional, repelled at once by whatever is off-center, out of whack, unmanageable. And being an only child I had been coddled a good deal (also scolded). I was awkward, precocious, timid, full of my private rituals and aversions.
You have food?” Winter scolded. “I thought you said you were hungry.” I’m hungry for other things besides what I have,” [Clover] argued.