Quotes About Disillusionment

There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!

something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope.

Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious. Both are disappointed.

and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.

A we wszystkich romansach najgorsze jest to, ?e cz?owiek wychodzi z nich pozbawiony wszelkiego romantyzmu.

Ginsberg and those coffee houses with hungry-looking guitar players never did mean shit to me. They never took their drinking seriously.

Je préfère devenir aveugle, être brûlée dans un incendie ou mourir par petits morceaux que d'adresser la parole à ce bouc. Ce que j'ai fait à son Vendredi, je suis prête à le refaire. Ces gens-là ne sont ni des parents, ni des amis, ils sont prêts à lécher le derrière des toubabs pour avoir des médailles, tout le monde le sait. Ne pleure plus, lève-toi, on s'en va. Moi j'ai assez vu leurs figures!

Until tonight I saw him only through the golden mist of love, and thought him the perfect man. This evening he revealed himself as what he really is – a satyr.

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

Sweet little Jesus, I thought, as I weaved between the desks, these kids don't know crap.

He hated going back to himself as he would have hated putting on a shabby suit of clothes, a grease-spotted, unpressed suit of clothes that had not been very good even when it was new.

la vida no es un día en la playa. Le van a mentir, hacer trampa, lo van a culpar, le darán puñaladas por la espalda, se verá desilusionado

Disillusionment takes us to the question: what does it profit a man if he gains this world and loses himself? And disillusionment exposes that while we were supposedly serving the kingdom, we somehow became the king, and when we thought we were following Jesus, we inexplicably made him a servant of our dreams. The only real tragedy is the leader who never allows disillusionment to wear him to a nub and expose the godlessness of his busyness.

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short . It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality…and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the last six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

Weltschmerz

Most often, couples who get together after months or years of online infatuation enact a twenty-first-century version of Icarus flying too close to the sun with his waxen wings: the real-life exposure quickly melts the fiber-optic cable that was holding the couple aloft, and they plummet into the sea, where they tend to flail about for a while, trying to rescue their former magic.

Dovevo combattere? Dargliela vinta? Soccombere al terzo mondo per sfuggire alle tragiche realtà che sono al di là della mia porta di acciaio? Ma vale la pena di vivere inghiottiti dal bidone della spazzatura che la società riserva alle menti disadattate?

The first time I read the ad, I choked and cursed and spat and threw the paper to the floor.

I'd caught him at a bad time in his life. And this was no fault of his own. It was simply that the world no longer held the magic that allowed him to live grandly within it.

A dream you once were, a dream of all my realities, a dream I can no longer strive for, in the wake of many betrayals.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.