Quotes About Disillusionment

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children. [...] I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

a man complicates his life by the pursuit of a fancied ideal which, when attained, proves comically different from his expectations.

Les signes de changements collectifs ne sont pas perceptibles dans la particularité des vies, sauf peut-être dans le dégoût et la fatigue qui font penser secrètement 'rien ne changera donc jamais' à des milliers d'individus en même temps.

No man is a hero to his own valet.

Disillusionment can come as fast as a gust, but building faith that the government won't inflate again is like building a new sailboat, a project of years.

When I got into politics, it was a shock. People promise all sorts of things and then never deliver.

The promise of individual and collective emancipation implicit in the notion of progress appears to be broken.

We have lived long enough to experience the hollowness of earth and the rottenness of all carnal promises.

I've had my fill of media sensationalism and false promises.

You know, plenty of people headed off to Canada or America on the basis of government information, propaganda campaigns. Often you'd go off with a brochure in hand and you'd turn up and it wouldn't be like that at all.

The protagonist in 'Deacon Blues' is a triple-L loser - an L-L-L Loser. It's not so much about a guy who achieves his dream but about a broken dream of a broken man living a broken life.

The gulf between imperial ideals and empire on the ground has customarily proved disillusioning not only for colonial peoples but also for some in the occupying power.

I feel very ashamed to have chosen a brother like Azam Khan. Maybe it was a wrong choice for me to call him a brother and he proved in reality he is not the person he pretends to be.

O cruel Truth, is this thine home-coming?

There should be a drug for soldiers, Guy thought, to put them to sleep until they were needed. They should repose among the briar like the knights of the Sleeping Beauty; they should be laid away in their boxes in the nursery cupboard. This unvarying cycle of excitement and disappointment rubbed them bare of paint and exposed the lead beneath.

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream, He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.

Girls like you are responsible for all the tiresome colorless marriages; all those ghastly inefficiencies that pass as feminine qualities. What a blow it must be when a man with imagination marries the beautiful bundle of clothes that he's been building ideals around, and finds that she's just a weak, whining, cowardly mass of affectations!

You see I think everything's terrible anyhow. Everybody thinks so--the most advanced people. And I know. I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything. Sophisticated--God, I'm sophisticated!

As the conversation continued in stilted commas, Anthony wondered that to him and Bloeckman both this girl had once been the most stimulating, the most tonic personality they had ever known—and now the three sat like overoiled machines, without conflict, without fear, without elation, heavily enamelled little figures secure beyond enjoyment in a world where death and war, dull emotion and noble savagery were covering a continent with the smoke of terror. In

Well I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything

Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.