Quotes About Disillusionment

But women marry all their husbands' talents and naturally, afterwards, are not so impressed with them as they may keep up the pretense of being.

The movies remind me of the Triangle Club at Princeton. I used to belong to it, and we always started out firm in our decision to create new and startling things. We always ended up by producing the same old show. In the beginning, our enthusiasm and ideals discarded as rubbish all the old fossilized plots.

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 and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

I'm going to start being that. I don't like being twenty-two. I hate it more than anything in the world.

Ce qu'il attendait de Daisy? Qu'elle aille trouver Tom et lui dise: Je ne t'ai jamais aimé. Rien de moins. Ayant ainsi, d'une seule phrase, réduit trois années de sa vie à néant.

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

They say the truth can set you free, but sometimes it can really depress the hell out of you.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.

I'm losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

Let's buy books so as not to read them; let's go to concerts without caring to hear the music or see who's there; let's take long walks because we're sick of walking; and let's spend whole days in the country, just because it bores us.

Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't wish to be, and don't even wish to be taken for being. Let's buy books so as not to read them; let's go to concerts without caring to hear the music or see who's there; let's take long walks because we're sick of walking; and let's spend whole days in the country, just because it bores us. [23](Zenith trans.)

Cansado do universo e sociedade, Da abstracção que não finda o que é fundo Do meu fatal pôr-olhos sobre o mundo, Pobre de amor e rico de ansiedade, Já nada me seduz nem me persuade.

El cansancio de todas las ilusiones y de todo cuanto hay en las ilusiones: su pérdida, la inutilidad de tenerlas, el cansancio anticipado de tener que tenerlas para perderlas, la amargura de haberlas tenido, la vergüenza intelectual de haberlas tenido sabiendo que tendrían ese final.

Ho vissuto tanto senza aver vissuto! Ho pensato tanto senza aver pensato! Mondi di violenze immobili, di avventure trascorse senza movimento, pesano su di me. Sono stanco di ciò che non ho mai avuto e che non avrò, stanco di Dei che non esistono. Porto con me le ferite di tutte le battaglie che ho evitato. Il mio corpo è dolorante per lo sforzo che non ho nemmeno pensato di fare.

Acabaram-de de arder, meu amor, na lareira da nossa vida, as achas dos nossos sonhos... Desenganemo-nos da esperança, porque trai, do amor, porque cansa, da vida, porque farta e não sacia, e até da morte, porque traz mais do que se quer e menos do que se espera.

O amor romântico, portanto, é um caminho de desilusão. Só o não é quando a desilusão, aceite desde o princípio, decide variar de ideal constantemente, tecer constantemente, nas oficinas da alma, novos trajes, com que constantemente se renove o aspeto da criatura, por eles vestida

Desengañémonos de la esperanza, porque traiciona en el amor, porque cansa en la vida, porque harta y no se sacia, y hasta de la muerte, porque trae más de lo que se quiere y menos de lo que se espera.

Both objectively and subjectively speaking, I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of everything, and of everything about everything.

Pero el que sueña lo posible tiene la posibilidad real de la verdadera desilusión.

I've witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all that I wanted to be.

Nothing is like it used to be, lady," he said. "The world is almost rotten.

Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car.

All day Joy sat on her neck in a deep chair, reading. Sometimes she went for walks but she didn't like dogs or cats or birds or flowers or nature or nice young men. She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.

I feel waves of hatred against the stupidity of my era suffocating me. Shit is rising into my mouth , as with a strangulated hernia