Quotes About Disillusionment

I will always love the false image I had of you.

I had been tricked once by that Cheat called love, but the Game was over.

We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.

He who best knows the world will love it least.

I've been in love. It's painful and pointless and overrated.

It is for such reasons that trust is vital: but trust of the mature and tragic sort. A naive person trusts because he or she believes that people are essentially or even universally trustworthy. But any person who has truly lived has been—or has—betrayed.

For such individuals, the world of experience is insufficient and evil—so to hell with everything!

he shrunk more and more from the realities of life and above all from the society of his day which he regarded with an ever growing horror,--a detestation which had reacted strongly on his literary and artistic tastes; he refused, as far as possible, to have anything to do with pictures and books whose subjects were in any way connected with modern existence.

Wie ein Eremit war er des Lebens überdrüssig und er- wartete nichts mehr von ihm: reif zur Einsamkeit; und ebenso war er gleich einem Mönch unendlich matt; er wollte sich sammeln, nichts mehr gemein haben mit den Weltlichen, die für ihn die Utilitaristen und Dummköpfe waren.

Me estoy muriendo de aburrimiento en este pueblo y yo no quiero morirme debajo de una muralla de adobe desplomada, yo tengo derecho a ver un poco de luz yo que nunca he salido de este hoyo, porque me engañaron para que me quedara aquí diciéndome que la Japonesita es hija mía.

Parece qu están demasiado viejitos para la vida y cansados de todo...

Man asks himself: what is this solitary thing that remains to me—my life, my disillusioned life? How has it come to being nothing but this? And the answer is the discovery of man's trajectory, of the dialectical series of his experiences, which, I repeat, though it might have been different, has been what it has been, and which must be known because it is... the transcendent reality.

We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.

I have to believe much in God because I have lost my faith in man.

I have had to believe much in God because I have stopped believing in men.

The novel is born of disillusionment the poem, of despair.

For the young man from Moscow whose head was filled with thoughts of the beautiful and sublime, the moral mediocrity of his comrade came as a withering disillusionment. And if he had been out raged by the incident of the government courier, one can well imagine his horror of the savagery of the upper classes toward all those to whom they stood in a position of authority.

In the stinking dark forest of splintery posts under the pier lay pizza tins, beer cans, cigarette wrappers, condoms—the joyless detritus of American joy.

Tu les as vus livrer le malheureux qui croyait au droit d'asile.

insanlar ellerini pantolonundan güçlükle ç?kard?lar. Ceplerinin bo? oldu?unu ancak o zaman gördüler." Joseph Roth, Toplu Hikâyeler

I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp ears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound