Quotes About Disillusionment

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Brought up into a life with little meaning, we had convinced ourselves that meaningful ways of being existed, and we would find them. In reality, this amounted to running this way and that, uncertain of our destination, and looking back enquiringly all the time.

Pankaj Mishra (#iampm)

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all. JEAN GENET, PRISONER OF LOVE

She was weary and disappointed with all of everything.

While it sounds interesting, it was really only a headache pressed between covers.

Mis habitaciones eran tan agradables que tardé casi un día entero en darme cuenta de cuánto las odiaba.

De toutes ces péripéties, Jonathan Noël tira la conclusion qu'on ne pouvait se fier aux humains et qu'on ne saurait vivre en paix qu'en les tenant à l'écart.»

The trouble with dreaming is that we eventually wake up.

The world wasn't real anymore. Everything in it was a fraudulent copy of what it should have been, and everything that happened in it shouldn't have been happening. For a long time afterward, Ferguson lived under the spell of this illusion, sleepwalking through his days and struggling to fall asleep at night, sick of a world he had stopped believing in, doubting everything that presented itself to his eyes.

That was all he had ever aspired to, with a wife thrown into the bargain, maybe, and a kid or two to go along with her. It had never felt like too much to ask for, but after three years of struggling to write his dissertation, Tom finally understood that he didn't have it in him to finish. Or, if he did have it in him, he couldn't persuade himself to believe in the value of doing it anymore.

But that is how it is with want. As long as you lack something, you yearn for it without cease. If only I could have that one thing, you tell yourself, all my problems would be solved. But once you get it, once the object of your desires is thrust into your hands, it begins to lose its charm.

Hereos. Idols. They're never who you think they are. Shorter. Nastier. Smellier. And when you finally meet them, there's something that makes you want to choke the shit out of them.

My thought is that the average adjusted boy is, if anything, more humanly wasted than the disaffected. So let us go on to discuss his stupidity, his lack of patriotism, his sexual confusion, and his lack of faith.

entrenchment of social conservatism, being a strident belief in God, King and Country that arose after the disillusionment of the Belle Époque (which was never anything other than an elitist movement that scarcely touched the majority of ordinary people).

The criticism of religion disillusions man, so that he will think, act, and fashion his reality like a man who has discarded his illusions and regained his senses, so that he will move around himself as his own true Sun. Religion is only the illusory Sun which revolves around man as long as he does not revolve around himself.

I kept my heart alive in the desert years by turning it into a valentine, holding on to the hope of every romantic cliché like wedding cake under a pillow. If you have to wait as long as I did, you either become an awful sentimentalist or die of disillusion.

To do so would have created too much disillusionment. More importantly for the Bush administration, it would have undermined plans to implement the Project for a New American Century which ignores the sensibilities of all outsiders.

It must be the condition of our age. There are more explosions, but they are only the side effect of not accepting the nature of our wrongness, of believing it must be the world that is deformed instead— unsure whether to abandon or destroy it, some opt for both.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

I couldn't understand why Frank would want to spend time with this crowd. They were bored, naughty children with highballs and morphine and sex for their toys. People were toys, too.

I came to see that Harrison wasn't my failed prince and I wasn't in his victim. He hadn't led me on at all; I'd led myself on.