Pot Kettle Black Quotes & Sayings

Why am I so drawn to you?" He muttered, almost to himself. "Why is it so hard to let go? I thought ... at first ... it was Ariella, that you remind me of so much. But it's not." Though he didn't smile, his eyes lightened a shade. "You're far more stubborn than she ever was."
I sniffed. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black," I whispered, and a faint, tiny grin finally crossed his face, before his expression clouded and he lowered his head, touching his forehead to mine. "What do you want of me, Meghan?" he asked, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface.
Tears blurred my vision, all the fear and heartache of the past few days rising to the surface. "Just you," I whispered. "I just want you."
-Ash and Meghan — Julie Kagawa

If the universe is meaningless, so is the statement that it is so. If this world is a vicious trap, so is its accuser, and the pot is calling the kettle black. — Alan W. Watts

Just because it's the pot calling the kettle black, doesn't make the claim any less legitimate. — SonnyGoten

Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black.
Amusement flowed through the connection as Seth said, Or it's the pot calling the pot a pot. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex."
Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry."
"Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses."
"Wait a minute. My academia doesn't just peep -"
I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it."
He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity."
"Bob," I said, "you're a skull . You don't have any masculinity to insult."
"Oh yeah?" Bob challenged me. "Pot kettle black, Harry! Have you gotten a date yet? Huh? Most men have something better to do in the middle of the night than play with their chemistry sets. — Jim Butcher

You need more sleep."
"Skillet, pan."
"What?"
"You know, the skillet says the pan's the same deal."
He thought a moment. "I believe that's the pot calling the kettle black."
"Whatever, kitchen stuff can't talk anyway. — J.D. Robb

Contemplating Clodia I find scarcely a drop in my heart of that compassion which Epicurus enjoins us to extend toward the erring. — Thornton Wilder

He couldn't be serious. He was not accusing Marc of wanting me dead! If that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black, I'd ... I'd ... pound the shit out of the pot myself! — Rachel Vincent

Nicholas shrugged. "Who knows what he's got locked away in his head. Considering the countless lies he's told, you can never really know." "That's like the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?" He smirked. "Perhaps. — Jessica Sorensen

Oh, hey, kettle, I'm pot and wow, you're black." - Owen — Olivia Cunning

Y'know, I kind of prefer it when the dead stay dead.'
'Pot. Kettle. Black,' Owen said.
'Yeah,' agreed Jack with a shrug. 'The difference is, I do it with style. — Trevor Baxendale

A huge fireplace and Dutch oven of fieldstone filled one wall. Over them hung a long muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch. On the mantel were candle molds, a coffee mill, an iron and trivet, and a rusty kettle. An iron cauldron, big enough to boil a missionary in, swung at the end of a long arm in the fireplace, and below it, like so many black offspring, were a cluster of small pots. A wooden butter churn held the door open, and clusters of Indian corn hung from the molding at aesthetic intervals. A colonial scythe stood in one corner, and two Boston rockers on a hooked rug faced the cold fireplace, where the unwatched pot never boiled. Paul — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.