Reprimand meaning

Verb: reprimand

Pronunciation: (‘re-pru,mãnd)

Reprimand meaning:

• Rebuke formally

Synonyms: censure, criminate 

• Censure severely or angrily

Synonyms: call on the carpet, take to task, rebuke, rag, trounce, lecture, jaw, dress down, call down, scold, chide, berate, bawl out, remonstrate, chew out, chew up, have words, lambaste, lambast, ream, wig

Noun: reprimand

Pronunciation:(‘re-pru,mãnd)

Reprimand meaning:

• An act or expression of criticism and censure

Synonyms: rebuke, reproof, reproval, reprehension

Derived forms: reprimanded, reprimanding, reprimands

Quotations:

1. Cassandra Clare – Would you? said Gabriel to Will, hotly. If it was your family. His lip curled. Never mind. It’s not as if you know the meaning of loyalty Gabriel. Gideon’s voice was a reprimand to his brother. Do not speak to Will in that manner.
2. Steven Erikson – Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armor themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context.
3. S.U. Pacat- He didn’t reprimand Damen. He didn’t seem particularly displeased with barbaric behavior, as long as it was directed outward. Like a man who enjoys owning an animal who will rake others with its claws but eat peacefully from his own hand, he was giving his pet a great deal of license. As a result, courtiers kept one eye on Damen, giving him a wide berth. Laurent used that to his advantage, using the propensity of courtiers to fall back in reaction to Damen’s presence as a means of extricating himself smoothly from conversation. The third time this happened Damen said, Shall I make a face at the ones you don’t like, or is it enough to just look like a barbarian?
4. Sarah J. Maas – She kept her stare locked on his as she let go of his face and slowly, making sure he understood every step of the way, tilted her head back until her throat was arched and bared before him, Aelin, he breathed. Not in reprimand or warning, but a plea. It sounded like a plea. He lowered his head to her exposed neck and hovered a hair’s breath away. She arched her neck farther, a silent invitation. Rowan let out a soft groan and grazed his teeth against her skin. One bite, one movement, was all it would take for him to rip out her throat. His elongated canines slid along her flesh-gently, precisely. She clenched the sheets to keep from running her fingers down on his bare back and drawing him closer. He braced one hand beside her head, his fingers twining in her hair. No one else, she whispered. I would never allow anyone else at my throat. Showing him was the only way he’d understand that trust, in a manner that only the predatory, Fae side of him would comprehend. No one else, she said again. He let out another low groan, answer and confirmation and request, and the rumble echoed inside her. Carefully, he closed his teeth over the spot where her lifeblood thrummed and pounded, his breath hot on her skin. She shut her eyes, every sense narrowing on that sensation, on the teeth and mouth at her throat, on the powerful body trembling with restraint above hers. His tongue flicked against her skin. She made a small noise that might have been a moan, or a word, or his name. He shuddered and pulled back, the cool air kissing her neck. Wildness-pure wildness sparked in those eyes.
5. Sarah J. Maas – That was all Celaena needed to hear before she tossed the ring to Maeve, before Rowan rushed to her, his hands on her cheeks, his brow against her own. Aelin, he murmured, and it wasn’t a reprimand, or a thank-you, but  a prayer. Aelin, he whispered again, grinning, and kissed her brow before he dropped to both knees before her.
6. Amor Towles – From the earliest age, we must learn to say good-bye to friends and family. We see our parents and siblings off at the station; we visit cousins, attend schools, join the regiment; we marry, or travel abroad. It is part of the human experience that we are constantly gripping a good fellow by the shoulders and wishing him well, taking comfort from the notion that we will hear word of him soon enough. But experience is less likely to teach us how to bid our dearest possessions adieu. And if it were to? We wouldn’t welcome the education. For eventually, we come to hold our dearest possessions more closely than we hold our friends. We carry them from place to place, often at considerable expense and inconvenience; we dust and polish their surfaces and reprimand children for playing too roughly in their vicinity all the while, allowing memories to invest them with greater and greater importance. 
7. Don DeLillo – To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don’t cling to you the way they do back home. You’re able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity. You’re expected to be stupid. The entire mechanism of the host country is geared to travelers acting stupidly. You walked around dazed, squinting into fold-out maps. You don’t know how to talk to people, how to get anywhere, what the money means, what time it is, what to eat or how to eat it. Being stupid is the pattern, the level and the norm. You can exist on this level for weeks and months without reprimand or dire consequence. Together with thousands, you are granted immunities and broad freedoms. You are an army of fools, wearing bright polyesters, riding camels, taking pictures of each other, haggard, dysenteric, thirsty. There is nothing to think about but the next shapeless event.
8. Ellen Hopkins – Later, Bishop Crandall dropped by The house to give me a stern reprimand. He sat across the cluttered table, playing with a paper clip. Your parents are worries about you, Pattyn. I was worried about myself. But I wasn’t about to let him know it. Really? Really. What have you got to say for yourself? You’ve always been such a good girl. Good girl. Sit. Stay. Fetch. Bristles rose up along my spine. Define good. I don’t appreciate your attitude, Pattyn. Fast and pray. Search your soul for the inequities in your life. Any inequity in my life began when I was born female. Can you fix that? You’ll have to fix that yourself, by concentrating on the things God expects of you. His two-faced rhetoric was pissing me off. You mean like kissing your ass? He slammed his hand on the table. I will not listen to that sort of language. Apologize! Behind me, I hear Mom gasp. But I was on a roll. I’m sorry, Bishop I’m sorry I ever believed you might have something worthwhile to say.
9. Alexandra Potter – My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. Don’t you ever wish you could make that bit go away? I say, feeling angry at the past. That you could erase those painful memories, forget they every happened, just remember the happy times you had together. You must never say that, he reprimands sternly. But why not. I look at him in surprise. Because it’s the bad memories that makes you appreciate the good ones. Don’t ever wish them away, it’s like your nan always used to say, You need both the sun and the rain to make a rainbow.
10. Samantha King – Comfort When I hit that wall, and I am going to hit it As I’m lying on the floor consumed by despair don’t try and pick me up don’t whisper words of comfort Don’t tell me it’s going to be ok Let me be in this moment where I think it’s not Lie beside me and let me find hope in the comfort of your presence Let me deal with my thoughts and fears I will eventually reprimand myself for indulging in such an emotion for so long I will want to get up and keep moving forward Until then, let me lie here and let the salt of my tears sting the wounds you can’t see Until I’m ready, let me be I have to heal myself

Sample sentences:

1. Sensuality does not wear a watch but she always gets to the essential places on time. She is adventurous and not particularly quiet. She was reprimanded in grade school because she couldn’t sit still all day long. She needs to move. She thinks with her body. Even when she goes to the library to read Emily Dickinson or Emily Bronte, she starts reading out loud and swaying with the words, and before she can figure out what is happening, she is asked to leave. As you might expect, she is a disaster at office jobs. Sensuality has exquisite skin and she appreciates it in others as well. There are other people whose skin is soft and clear and healthy but something about Sensuality’s skin announces that she is alive. When the sun bursts forth in May, Sensuality likes to take off her shirt and feel the sweet warmth of the sun’s rays brush across her shoulder. This is not intended as a provocative gesture but other people are, as usual, upset. Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot. Sensuality likes to make love at the border where time and space change places. When she is considering a potential lover, she takes him to the ocean and watches. Does he dance with the waves? Does he tell her about the time he slept on the beach when he was seventeen and woke up in the middle of the night to look at the moon? Does he laugh and cry and notice how big the sky is? It is spring now, and Sensuality is very much in love these days. Her new friend is very sweet. Climbing into bed the first time, he confessed he was a little intimidated about making love with her. Sensuality just laughed and said, But we’ve been making love for days.
2. Nothing can be more cruel than the leniency which abandons others to their sin. Nothing can be more compassionate than the severe reprimand which calls another Christian in one’s community back from the path of sin.
3. Near the window, Finnikin stood with both hands against the wall, his head bent over her. As always, the intimacy between them made Froi ache. I promise you, Finnikin said. I’ve already shouted at her and used a very, very reprimanding tone. I was quivering, the Queen said, stepping out from behind Finnikin.
4. The King and Queen did the best they could. They hired the most superior tutors and governesses to teach Cimorene all the things a princess ought to know dancing, embroidery, drawing, and etiquette. There was a great deal of etiquette, from the proper way to curtsy before a visiting prince to how loudly it was permissible to scream when being carried off by a giant. Cimorene found it all very dull, but she pressed her lips together and learned it anyway. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she would go down to the castle armory and bully the arms master into giving her a fencing lesson. As she got older, she found her regular lessons more and more boring. Consequently, the fencing lessons became more and more frequent. When she was twelve, her father found out. Fencing is not proper behavior for a princess, he told her in the gentle-but-firm tone recommended by the court philosopher. Cimorene tilted her head to one side. Why not? It’s  well, it’s simply not done. Cimorene considered. Aren’t I a princess? Yes, of course you are, my dear, said her father with relief. He had been bracing himself for a storm of tears, which was the way his other daughters reacted to reprimands. Well, I fence, Cimorene said with the air of one delivering an unshakable argument. So it is too done by a princess.
5. As Kylie buried her head on the camp leader’s shoulder, she heard Burnett scold, I thought I told you to wait at the camp. Kylie felt Holiday tense at the reprimand, and then she raised her head. And I thought you knew I don’t follow anyone’s orders. Does anyone listen to me around here? Burnett asked, his frustration making his tone sound almost comical. 
6. You never answered, he said. You got the hots for me, or not? His dark eyes lit up with a smile. Squaring her shoulders, Holiday started talking. Della assumed I might have the hots for you. And you know what they say about assuming, right? It makes an ass out of you and me, Della answered, and gave Kylie the elbow. Get it. Holiday cut her eyes to Della in visual reprimand, then started walking away. She got three steps and swung back around. Are you coming? she snapped at Burnett. You didn’t ask me to, He answered. Well, I assumed you would know I needed to discuss what happened. He arched one dark brow upward. And what did you just about assuming?
7. How the hell could Rhiannon keep people loyal to her if she was such a bitch? Alanna gave me a knowing look. I mean female people. It’s obvious how she kept her men happy. My hands were planted on my hips and I was tapping my foot in time with my anger. (I looked very teachers  as a matter of fact, I felt the sudden desire to reprimand a teenager. But there’s never one around when you need one.)
8. The constant reprimands made me hyper conscious of my own performance, and so instead of getting rid of self, I had become embedded in the egoism I was supposed to transcend. Now I was beginning to understand that a silence that is not clamorous with vexation and worried self-regard can become part of the texture of your mind, can seep into you, moment by moment, and gradually change you.
9. the extrovert assumption is so woven into the fabric of our culture that an employee may suffer reprimands for keeping his door closed (that is, if he is one of the lucky ones who has a door), for not lunching with other staff members, or for missing the weekend golf game or any number of supposedly morale-boosting celebrations. Half. More than half of us don’t want to play. We don’t see the point. For us, an office potluck will not provide satisfying human contact we’d much rather meet a friend for an intimate conversation (even if that friend is a coworker). For us, the gathering will not boost morale  and will probably leave us resentful that we stayed an extra hour to eat stale cookies and make small talk. For us, talking with coworkers does not benefit our work it sidetracks us.
10. I doubt I would ever be missed. Noted absent, charged delinquent, reprimanded but never missed.
11. They were not asked to adhere to the same rules. If there were countless guidelines women had to follow; cover your drink, stick close to others, don’t wear short skirts. Their behavior was the constant, while we were the variable expected to change. When did it become our job to do all the preventing and managing? And if houses existed where many girls got hurt, shouldn’t we hold guys to a higher standard instead of reprimanding the girl? Why was passing out considered more reprehensible than fingering the passed out person?
12. I talk with many Shadow Dwellers who are mystified by the fact that chatty workers are rarely reprimanded. Sit and gossip and you are fun; close the door (if you have one) and you are antisocial.
13. Fine, I’ll pick Sleeping Beauty, he decided. Interesting selection, Alex said, intrigued. What do you suppose the moral of that story is? Don’t piss off your neighbors, I guess, Conner said. Alex grunted disapprovingly. Be serious, Conner! That is not the moral of Sleeping Beauty, she reprimanded. Sure it is, Conner explained. If the king and queen had just invited that crazy enchantress to their daughter’s party in the first place, none of that stuff ever would have happened. They couldn’t have stopped it from happening, said Alex. That enchantress was evil and probably would have cursed the baby princess anyway. Sleeping Beauty’ is about trying to prevent the unpreventable. Her parents tried protecting her and had all the spinning wheels in the kingdom destroyed. She was so sheltered, she didn’t even know what the danger was, and she still pricked her finger on the first spindle she ever saw. Conner thought about this possibility and shook his head. He liked his version much better. I disagree Conner told her. I’ve seen how upset you get when people don’t invite you places, and you usually look like you would curse a baby, too. Alex gave Conner a dirty look Mrs. Peters would have been proud of. While there’s no such thing as a wrong interpretation, I have to say that is definitely a misread, Alex said. I’m just saying to be careful who you ignore, Conner clarified. I always thought Sleeping Beauty’s parents had it coming, Oh?
14. So, Harry, said Dumbledore quietly. Before you got lost in my thoughts, you wanted to tell me something. Yes, said Harry. Professor – I was in Divination just now, and here I fell asleep. He hesitated here, wondering if a reprimand was coming, but Dumbledore merely said, Quite understandable. Continue.
15. I said, and I was keenly aware of every movement, every breath I took as I neared him. His bare chest was painted with whorls of dark blue wood, and from the smudges in the paint, I knew exactly where he’d been touched. I tried not to notice that they descended past his muscled midriff. I was about to pass him when he grabbed me, so fast that I didn’t see anything until he had me pinned against the wall. The cookie dropped from my hand as he grasped my wrists. I smelled you, he breathed, his painted chest rising and falling so close to mine. I searched for you, and you weren’t there. He reeked of magic. When I looked into his eyes, remnants of power flickered there. No kindness, none of the wry humor and gentle reprimands. The Tamlin I knew was gone. Let go, I said as evenly as I could, but his claws punched out, imbedding in the wood above my hands. Still riding the magic, he was half-wild. You drove me mad, he growled, and the sound trembled down my neck, along my breasts until they ached. I searched for you, and you weren’t there. When I didn’t find you, he said, bringing his face closer to mine, until we shared breath, it made me pick another. I couldn’t escape. I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted to. She asked me not to be gentle with her, either, he snarled, his teeth bright in the moonlight. He brought his lips to my ear. I would have been gentle with you, though. I shuddered as I closed my eyes. Every inch of my body went taut as his words echoed through me. I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre. He said my name like a caress, and his hot breath tickled my ear. My back arched slightly. He ripped his claws free from the wall, and my knees buckled as he let go. I grasped the wall to keep from sinking to the floor, to keep from grabbing him—to strike or caress, I didn’t know. I opened my eyes. He still smiled—smiled like an animal. Why should I want someone’s leftovers? I said, making to push him away. He grabbed my hands again and bit my neck. I cried out as his teeth clamped onto the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and my world narrowed to the feeling of his lips and teeth against my skin. He didn’t pierce my flesh, but rather bit to keep me pinned. The push of his body against mine, the hard and the soft, made me see red see lightning, made me grind my hips against his. I should hate him hate him for his stupid ritual, for the female he’d been with tonight. His bite lightened, and his tongue caressed the places his teeth had been. He didn’t move he just remained in that spot, kissing my neck. Intently, territorially, lazily. Heat pounded between my legs, and as he ground his body against me, against every aching spot, a moan slipped past my lips. He jerked away. The air was bitingly cold against my freed skin, and I panted as he stared at me. Don’t ever disobey me again, he said, his voice a deep purr that ricocheted through me, awakening everything and lulling it into complicity.
16. Tis a funny thing, reflected the Count as he stood ready to abandon his suite. From the earliest age, we must learn to say good-bye to friends and family. We see our parents and siblings off at the station; we visit cousins, attend schools, join the regiment; we marry, or travel abroad. It is part of the human experience that we are constantly gripping a good fellow by the shoulders and wishing him well, taking comfort from the notion that we will hear word of him soon enough. But experience is less likely to teach us how to bid our dearest possessions adieu. And if it were to? We wouldn’t welcome the education. For eventually, we come to hold our dearest possessions more closely than we hold our friends. We carry them from place to place, often at considerable expense and inconvenience; we dust and polish their surfaces and reprimand children for playing too roughly in their vicinity all the while, allowing memories to invest them with greater and greater importance.
17. Humans are often more stupid than they realize. Because of our weaknesses are so easily exploited. Just like a child’s clumsy fingers messing up the buttons on a shirt. It’s easy to mock someone who buttoned his shirt wrongly. It’s easy to mock someone who had buttoned wrongly yet remains oblivious to it. But there are also people who completely fail to realize that they buttoned them all wrongly. Just a moment’s error, a wrong choice, traps us on the road of no return. But who can reprimand them for that? Why can’t humans be lonely? Why can’t we yearn for those right by our side? On such a cold lonely night, who can stand to bear it alone. Imagine the fright when we realize the severity of our mistakes. Whoever said love was a happy affair?
18. She looked at me,  I was crying, though she was not, and she took on a tone of gentle reprimand. Don’t think you’re paying me some kind of tribute if you let my death become the great event of your life, she said to me. The best tribute you can pay to me as a mother is to go on and have a good and fulfilling life. Enjoy what you have.
19. Kate points her finger at me, like a teacher reprimanding a student. Tell the truth, Drew. What am I? Ten years old. Emotionally Sometimes. But that’s beside the point. Did you peek at my dress? I reach around her waist and press our lower halves together. No, baby, I didn’t look at your dress.