Quotes About Disillusionment

I was sent to the regular public schools until I had to go to Belmont Hill. Because I wasn't doing anything. The public school was nothing, just a total waste of time.

Our story is a 'once upon a time', but it's not a 'happy ever after'.

I give up on spending time on these courts; I give up on practicing before the tournament I hate. I hate this.

I don't go to concerts much. I've heard everything. When I do go to movies, I walk out half the time. As for literature, I've read everything.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist, except an old optimist.

Well, there are times when one would like to hang the whole human race and finish the farce.

There are times when I would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.

Maturity...is fatal to so many enchantments.

We were perfectly willing to go in there and rest, but it could not be done. It was only another delusion—a painting by some ingenious artist with little charity in his heart for tired folk.

After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.

Mi nombre completo es Ed Kennedy. Tengo diecinueve años. Soy taxista menor de edad. Soy uno más de los muchos jóvenes que se ven en este pueblo próximo a la ciudad, sin demasiadas perspectivas ni posibilidades. Aparte de eso, leo más libros de los que debería, soy pésimo en la cama y un desastre haciendo la declaración de la renta. Encantado de conoceros.

My clothes are made of monosodium glutamate and hexachlorophene. My food is made of polyester, rayon and lurex. My rug lotions contain vitamins. Do my vitamins feature cleaning agents? I hope so. My brain is gimmicked by a microprocessor the size of a quark, and costing ten pee and running the whole deal. I am made of — junk, I'm just junk.

I came of age in the Sixties, when there were chances, when it was all there waiting. Now they seep out of school – to what? To nothing, to fuck-all. The young (you can see it in their faces), the stegosaurus-rugged no-hopers, the parrot-crested blankies – they've come up with an appropriate response to this, which is: nothing. Which is nothing, which is fuck-all. The dole-queue starts at the exit to the playground.

it is only experience and disillusionment that make me cautious.

There is the convenient temptation to attribute the current turmoil and bitterness throughout the world to the presence of a Communist conspiracy to undermine Europe and America, but the potential explosiveness of our world situation is much more attributable to disillusionment with the promises of Christianity and technology.

If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.

All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the street is empty.

We brought you truth, and in our mouth it sounded a lie. We brought you freedom, and it looks in our hands like a whip. We brought you the living life, and where our voice is heard the trees wither and there is a rustling of dry leaves. We brought you the promise of the future, but our tongue stammered and barked. ...

See, Biff, everybody around me is so false that I'm constantly lowering my ideals...

See, Biff, everybody around me is so false that I'm constantly lowering my ideals . . .

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been..

BIFF: I am not a leader of men, Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash can like all the rest of them! I'm one dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes any more, and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!

WILLY: Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA: They're sleeping. Get something to eat. Go on down. WILLY: Why did he come home? I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA: I don't know. I think he's still lost, Willy. I think he's very lost. WILLY: Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such—personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There's one thing about Biff—he's not lazy.