Quotes About Disillusionment

So that ends my first experience of matrimony, which I always thought a highly over-rated performance.

I used to hate boys... I grew up... Things changed. Now I hate men.

Your case gives me new hope," I said to him. "With me, more and more often I happen to pick up a novel that has just appeared and I find myself reading the same book I have read a hundred times.

That was a time when I didn't give a damn about anything, the period when I came to settle in this city. "Settle" is the wrong term. I had no desire to be settled in any sense;

It's not that you expect anything in particular from this particular book. You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything.

To hell with the future. It's a man-eating idol.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned.

I was foolish because I believed in you. You are a fool because you believe in yourself!

This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.

I had once been naïve enough to believe that all would be well if you lived by the rules. Good things happened to good people, blessed are the meek, et cetera, et cetera. How disillusioned I have become since then. It hurt, because I wondered now what all the discipline, repression, and suppression had been for if it had not procured me the thing I had most wanted, and it certainly did not guarantee happiness.

My childhood did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky?

I have used up my days believing I serve the Throne above all, but this is the filth I am dragged into.' 'Me too,' I said. 'That's something I might have said of my own life. Nothing wears an honest face. Those we admire disappoint us, or betray us. What truth may be found is uglier and more cruel than our worst expectations.

Women can go on marrying and pretending that their boyfriends and husbands are Mr. Darcy or some RomCom dream man. But where's that going to get 'em? Besides divorce court?

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.

I had amazing stuff happen right off the top. I thought this was how it worked. Hollywood is awesome! Cut to three years later: What happened?

I had been tricked once by that Cheat called love, but the Game was over...

To become a villain, you had to have become disillusioned, and in order to become disillusioned you had to have been passionate about something you believed in that was shaken and ripped from your grasp as a protagonist in that stage of your life, leaving you disillusioned with God, if you will.

Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

When I first found out that Superman wasn't real, I was about maybe eight. And I was talking to my mother about it. And she was like, 'No, no, no. There's no Superman.' And I started crying. I really thought he was coming to rescue us. The chaos, the violence, the danger. No hero was coming.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

Once love had seemed like magic. Now it seemed like tricks.

Stephanie says that she wants to know Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now