Quotes About Disillusionment

He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no more, we believe in the war.

Via?a este un vis... realitatea este cenu?ie ?i goal?...

We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

Hai ragione: non siamo più giovani, non ci interessa più dare l'assalto al mondo. Siamo dei profughi, fuggiamo da noi stessi. Avevamo diciott'anni, e cominciavamo ad amare il mondo e l'esistenza: ci hanno costretti a spararle contro. La prima granata ci ha colpiti al cuore. Siamo esclusi ormai dall'attività, dal lavoro, dal progresso, non ci crediamo più. Crediamo alla guerra.

There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best -- in a way that cost them nothing. And that is why they let us down so badly.

There were always those passengers who came aboard bearing grudges against the modern age.

I had no delusions about Hitler when I was appointed to my post in Berlin," he answered. "But I had at least hoped to find some decent people around Hitler. I am horrified to discover that the whole gang is nothing but a horde of criminals and cowards.

Having seen it," Rudyard Kipling wrote, "I desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.

modern man is the victim of his own disillusionment; he has been disinherited by his own analytic strength.

Cultivating awareness of our death leads to disillusionment, loss of character armor, and a conscious choice to abide in the face of terror.

You are all a lost generation. [with credit to Gertrude Stein]

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. 

Az ember végigmegy az életén, s mindenféle helyzetrÅ'l azt hiszi, jelent valamit, s végül kiderül, hogy nem.

Come aboard easy," Thomas Hudson said to them. "Keep away from the stern. We got a Kraut dying on the stern that I want to have die easy. What did you find?" "Nothing," Henry said. "Absolutely nothing.

You go along your whole life and they seem as though they mean something and they always end up not meaning anything.

You can tell them," Bill said. "They get this sort of fat married look. They're done for.

You know I do know how he feels. He can't believe it didn't mean anything.

Belmonte was no longer well enough. He no longer had his greatest moments in the bull-ring. He was not sure that there were any great moments. Things were not the same and now life only came in flashes.

Te oczy pod czarnym kapeluszem, kiedy je pierwszy raz zobaczyÅ'em, byÅ'y oczami zawiedzionego gwaÅ'ciciela. MiaÅ' twarz, która przypominaÅ'a mi ?abÄ™ - nie ropuchÄ™, ale takÄ… zwykÅ'Ä… ?abÄ™,dla której Pary? byÅ' za wielkÄ… kaÅ'u??. Wszystkie pokolenia sÄ… na wskutek czegoÅ› stracone i zawsze byÅ'y, i zawsze bÄ™dÄ….

We can have everything. No, we can't. We can have the whole world. No, we can't. We can go everywhere. No, we can't. It isn't ours any more. Its ours. No, it isn't.

When we imbue our partner with godly attributes and we expect him or her to uplift us from the mundane to the sublime, we create, as Johnson puts it, an "unholy muddle of two holy loves"4 that cannot help but disappoint.

We passed gas stations and chain food restaurants, with their billboards advertising happiness. I know the images in magazines and on TV aren't true representations of the world; I mean, that's obvious. But I still get this sinking feeling of disappointment, as if it is the world I should see.

That's right! Run him down! Run down everybody! Everyone is a fake to you!