Quotes About Disillusionment

Tired of being disappointed...I'll stop giving people the benefit of the doubt.

I'm so done being nice to everyone man. Maybe if I was a di.., people would appreciate me more .

Hate hate hate being left out. Or being picked for the team and finding out the team doesn't exist. Or the sport. I should've known.

I'm saying no one should get used to being let down.

I just hate the day I realized I was being lied to and good ppl were being used & hurt & led on. If only it was real...

Being lied to & you believing everything & then the next day you find out so much sh.. that you've been lied to about .

Being lied to, cheated on, and not appreciated!

Being lied to and finding out the hard way...

Sick of being nice and getting it thrown back in my face!

Im so sick of being treated like this...

Sick of being nice to people who dont give a damn.

If you scratch below the glossy surface of many "enviable" marriages, often you'll find a disenchanted wife whose husband finds the landscape of her emotions as uninteresting as the moon's.

Disarming an idealist was easy

They started this war, and now that they're tired of it, they've sold us out, he said, pouring me another drink. But who is there to blame but ourselves? We were foolish enough to think they would keep their word. Now there's nowhere to go but America.

I'm a loser for believing in all the promises your America made to people like me. You came and said we were friends, but what we didn't know was that you could never trust us, much less respect us. Only losers like us couldn't have seen what's so obvious now, how you wouldn't want anyone for your friend who actually wanted to be your friend. Deep down you suspect only fools and traitors would believe your promises.

Good-bye, America, the grizzled captain said during our ascent, looking out the window at a landscape I could not see from my aisle seat. I've had enough of you, he said. The affectless lieutenant, sitting in the middle, agreed. Why did we ever call it the beautiful country? he said. I had no answer.

It was a little past nine o'clock when I checked my watch at the entrance to his apartment building, a gray two-story factory for manufacturing hundreds of tired replicas of the American Dream. All the inmates imagined their dreams to be unique, but they were merely tin reproductions of a lost original.

So many worthless people relying on French protection are enabled to sin against me with impunity, and nobody now feels that he has any duties toward me; everybody does as he pleases and is actuated by base and selfish motives. I have thus lost more than two-thirds of a fortune that was never very considerable. That is hard, but harder than everything else is my present condition.

I don't have faith in young people any more. I don't waste time trying to communicate with them.

Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.

La vida es una borrachera. El único hombre sobrio es el melancólico que, desencantado, contempla la vida, ve cómo es y se corta el gaznate. Si es así, quiero estar muy borracho. Lo importante es vivir, agarrarnos a nuestra existencia y salir corriendo con ella en una búsqueda intensa y apasionante.

I know that some of us, and for some reason I am one of them, get to reach out and touch our heart's desire, like a child who gets to pet the nose of an old horse, soft as satin, safe as a grandfather's lap. And I know, too, that when most people reach for that heart's desire, it appears not as a horse but as a tiger, and they are rewarded with snarls, frustration, and disillusionment.

We were raised with the idea that we had limitless chances and we got very shocked to learn that wasn't the case.

I despise computers in many ways. I think they're hopelessly underevolved and overrated.