Quotes About Dissatisfaction

No te das cuenta? Yo no soy el espíritu de mi época. Tengo problemas con todo y siempre los he tenido. ¡Nunca me he sentido a gusto en ninguna parte ni con nadie!

No te das cuenta? Yo no soy el espíritu de mi época. Tengo problemas con todo y siempre los he tenido. ¡Nunca me he sentido a gusto en ninguna parte ni con nadie!.

What to feed her is a constant conundrum. Nothing satisfies. She rolls her eyes, sighs ostentatiously, flounces from the room.

The only people we can serve are curious, dissatisfied, or bored.

One of the amazing attributes of samsara is that no matter what we have or what is available to us, we know that somewhere out there, there is always more. The potential for dissatisfaction is infinite, because in this world of change, there is no end to arising and passing away, and the possibilities for comparing and wanting are endless.

When we experience dissatisfaction at work, which everyone does we can use our disappointment as fuel to wake up.

I feel very uneasy with a lot of aspects of the Russian life and the Russian people.

Being dissatisfied and properly dissatisfied with the husk of Hinduism, you are in danger of losing even the kernel, life itself.

in that place men found themselves in when they needed bolstering? His sweet and pretty wife wasn't enough? His two healthy kids weren't enough? He needed more, he needed someone to worship him, someone to think he was a hero?

She was standing some paces away from them looking out to sea, and so deep was her wound that she was afraid, and her fear was discernible in her voice. For just a moment she lost hold of her childhood's certainty that to give love is to receive it again in equal measure, and she wondered what it would be like to go through the whole of life giving more than one was given. . . . The hunger . . . the dissatisfaction.

What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.

Anybody who thinks there's nothing wrong with this world needs to have his head examined. Just when things are going all right, without fail someone or something will come along and spoil everything. Somebody should write that down as a fundamental law of the Universe. The principle of perpetual disappointment. If there is a God who created this world, he should scrap it and try again.

One of the most persistent of all delusions is the conviction that the source of our dissatisfaction lies outside ourselves.

It is our job to make women unhappy with what they have.

I was not satisfied at Rangers, not by a long way. I have hassles there, I had obstacles placed in front of me, and certain things never sat easily on my shoulders, and never will.

By the late '80s, I was already giving up on rap music.

I rarely like the music I make. It's like nothing's good enough. I just stay in my head, waiting on the next best beat, so I can do something better than what I did.

Fashion is a very ongoing, renewing thing, about change and reaching for the next thing. You are permanently dissatisfied, and it's always got to get better.

Gosh, the fans always have something to say. They're never happy with anything.

I can't think of anybody among the greats who isn't constantly looking at themselves and feeling dissatisfied. You're greedy in this business: always wanting to prove you can do more. I don't ever remember a time when I've said, My God, I've cracked it - this is lovely.

Under the vague dullness of the gray hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object and finds it in the privation of an untried good.

I suppose it is the way with all men and women who reach middle age without the clear perception that life never can be thoroughly joyous: under the vague dulness of the grey hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object, and finds it in the privation of an untried good.

Most women are dissatisfied with their appearance - it's the stuff that fuels the beauty and fashion industries.

My own mother, my sister and nearly all the women in my family had full-time jobs as mothers. They were wonderful at it. They drove their children back and forth to soccer, skating lessons, piano lessons, private schools, but I sensed, even in my own mother, a kind of distant dissatisfaction.