Quotes About Disillusionment

I went through a huge transition in my life where everything and everyone I knew and trusted didn't turn out to be that way.

So fuck you, Los Angeles, fuck your palm trees, and your highassed women, and your fancy streets, for I am going home, back to Colorado, back to the best damned town in the USA - Boulder, Colorado.

sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

licotic adj. anxiously excited to introduce a friend to something you think is amazing—a classic album, a favorite restaurant, a TV show they're lucky enough to watch for the very first time—which prompts you to continually poll their face waiting for the inevitable rush of awe, only to cringe when you discover all the work's flaws shining through for the very first time. Old English licode, it pleased [you] + psychotic. Pronounced "lahy-kot-ic.

The sight of allegedly sophisticated politicians parroting complete tripe trivialises and demeans government and it has to be stopped. It's played a significant part in public disillusionment with politics and has led to the absurd situation where more people vote for 'Strictly Come Dancing' than voted in the general election.

All I got out of it was a terrible feeling that I was a disgusting human being. It was so against everything I stood for, everything I believed in. The next day I felt awful. I had a terrible headache anyway, and my stomach felt like it was still doing slow spins, but worse, far worse, was the way I felt such a slut. I felt sick at myself.

The implication of "good riddance"—that love would switch off, like an electric light, once you realized the object of your love was dumb, or cowardly, or had bad taste—was not strictly borne out by observation.

Sometimes in politics, you think you've seen it all. Turns out I was wrong.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

She hadn't trusted anyone, not since Patience. Not since Moon Morrow's confidential secretary had turned out to be not so confidential after all.

The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it.

As for Thomas, the longer he lived, the less he cared for the world.

That until now she was a Christmas tree that had been decorated by someone who hated Christmas.

I always wanted to be grown up. When I was little I couldn't wait to be a teenager and go to high school. When I got there I wanted to be done with it, wanted to get out into the world, the real one, and live in it. The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that you realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.

No, it can't," I say. "It's— it's the kind of thing you want to say, that you want to believe, but it isn't— I know isn't true. I thought my heart knew things, but what I thought was real turned out to be a lie, and now I don't—

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

Bildungsroman. It is a narrative of a young man steeped in Wilsonism who became intimately involved in the conference and who learned that his hero was not the man he thought he was.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

I went to Communism as one goes to a spring of fresh water, and I left Communism as one clambers out of a poisoned river strewn with the wreckage of flooded cities and the corpses of the drowned.

The strangest thing. I came to the end of other people so quickly. Each new person was like a glass of water, and at the beginning I was parched, but then each glass tasted a little worse, the water was grittier, and by the end even the first sip was enough to make me gag, you know?

One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap.—And I found her bitter.—And I cursed her.

O vento Sul me fez lembrar miseráveis incidentes de infância, meus desesperos de verão, a horrível quantidade de força e de ciência que o destino sempre afastou de mim. Não! não passaremos o verão neste país mesquinho onde nada mais seremos que noivos órfãos. Quero que este braço teso não arraste mais uma imagem querida.

What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.