Quotes About Disillusionment

Eventually we all get tired of any and everything!

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.

And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.

A political convention is just not a place where you come away with any trace of faith in human nature.

People are increasingly beginning to feel that democracy itself is being destroyed by this latest phase of globalization and that politics doesn't matter because it changes nothing.

Sometimes in politics, you think you've seen it all. Turns out I was wrong.

Politics will sooner or later make fools of everybody.

Politics are a very unsatisfactory game.

The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion.

Nothing can so alienate a voter from the political system as backing a winning candidate.

In fact, the likeliest reason why so many of us care so little about politics is that modern politicians makes us sad, hurt us deep down in ways that are hard even to name, much less talk about.

Being a superpower is like being a Santa Claus that everyone hates.

I'm so unhappy with electoral politics that I switched to sports radio.

All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.

The more you read about politics the more you got to admit that each party is worse than the other.

I used to be sceptic, but not anymore, because now I am positive that I'm getting screwed.

The temerity to believe in nothing.

An anarchist government somehow creates an impression in the hearts of citizens that no one cares.

One of the most devastating experiences in human life is disillusionment.

The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.

The nation is prosperpus on the whole, but how much prosperity is there in a hole?

I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house's diseased and dying maw. It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core.

Wat had je eraan, alleen feiten in je hoofd te stampen en daarmee over de smerige straten van Amsterdam te sjokken, met studiegenoten die vol platvloerse politieke ideeën zaten, die nergens anders op uit waren dan hun leermeesters te treiteren, en, zonder te genieten van wat ze moesten leren, hun kille wrok met allerlei onzin bot te vieren?