Quotes About Disillusionment

If it turns out that the thing we believed in or wanted to believe in is not true and real, we may experience a momentary letdown, but in the end we will be in a far better place than if we had blindly clung to something that was really just wish-fulfillment

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." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 5

False hopes and unrealistic expectations lead inevitably to disillusionment. Being happy with the small things that life offers us, allows us to enjoy the moment as it emerges. (Is that all there is?)

This is not my Clan. Not any longer. ThunderClan is led by a kittypet, and there's nothing left to fight for. I feel no loyalty to ThunderClan. In the whole forest, the only cat worth following is Tigerstar.

But he knew now, with a sureness that filled him with horror, that the voice had never been the voice of StarClan

Tengo la impresión de estar perdiendo el interés por todo. Tal vez se deba a que estoy creciendo o que la vida se esta volviendo más asquerosa.

I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

Losing your virginity is a lot like when you find out that Santa doesn't exist… First you're slightly disappointed, and then you're happy because you're in on the secret

Ninety-five percent of the people I deal with are shitbags who think the world is their personal litter box. I can't do them any good, and they don't want me to.

And then they say one is misanthropical. Hang it! who can help being misanthropical when he finds everybody getting on in life except himself?

any other, was disgusted, and attended his preaching no more.

Does celebrity interest anyone? It's definitely not appealing to me. I think anyone who's had any real exposure to it would probably regret ever having even entertained the idea.

The Labor Party is a party with no ideals, regulations or laws, and it is a party I will not be a part of.

I related to his disillusionment. Thinking that he was going for this big dream. Then he kind of saw through it all at one point and went back home. Then he started a bender, which I can relate to of course.

I stopped caring about industry rules after my 'Shoebite' did not release.

I had a little glimpse of what fame holds, and I decided it held a load of nothing.

Nothing seems to come up to your expectations. But nothing I had heard about Hollywood was enough.

My childhood ended in this horrible way. I lived in a country where I didn't trust anybody.

It was interesting to be in a position where I got to know people through cleaning their houses, but I became disenchanted.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

Patty knew that feeling, a dream hangover, like when she jumped up from a panicky sleep at 2 in the morning and tried to talk herself into thinking the farm was OK, that this year would pick up, and then felt all the sicker when she woke up to the alarm a few hours later, guilty and duped. It was suprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.' -Dark Places

Patty knew that feeling, a dream hangover, like when she jumped up from a panicky sleep at 2 in the morning and tried to talk herself into thinking the farm was OK, that this year would pick up, and then felt all the sicker when she woke up to the alarm a few hours later, guilty and duped. It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.

I hated him for not knowing it has to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied. He truly seemed astonished when I asked him to listen to me. He couldn't believe I didn't love wax-stripping my pussy raw and blowing him on request.

I hated Nick for being surprised when I became me. I hated him for not knowing it had to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied. He truly seemed astonished when I asked him to listen to me.