Quotes About Disillusionment

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.

Many of the young aspire to happy marriages and dot-com fortunes but end up in guarded love and okay-for-now jobs.

America is like an unfaithful love who promises us more than we got.

I have never had a great love of the music business, I never have.

Basically, I'm a really bad interviewer. I love meeting celebrities, but then I get a bit bored. Once you meet them you thing, 'really, what an ordinary person'.

I had let my digust with teaching ruin my love of literature.

A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.

If this was love, love had been overrated.

I must've got whacked on the head. He presented a totally false person for me to fall in love with.

No one is more conventional than a woman who is falling out of love.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

I don't have any love for this business or the game or for acting. This is my day job.

I love to sing, but it's just not fun anymore.

As opposed to now, when it seemed like almost everything was either terrible or in the process of being made that way by entrenched assholes, while nobody gave a shit.

There's too much dressing up and not enough places to go.

Only one could have foreseen this, and I don't believe in him anymore.

Only one could have foreseen this, and I don't believe in him anymore.

Graduation, the hush-hush magic time of frills and gifts and congratulations and diplomas, was finished for me before my name was called. The accomplishment was nothing. The meticulous maps, drawn in three colors of ink, learning and spelling decasyllabic words, memorizing the whole of The Rape of Lucrece - it was for nothing. Donleavy had exposed us. We were maids and farmers, handymen and washerwomen, and anything higher that we aspired to was farcical and presumptuous.

Sometimes people put people on pedestals so they can see them more clearly and knock them off more easily.

Then Revered Thomas would being. Blessed Father, we thank you this morning... and on and on and on. I'd stop listening after a while until Bailey kicked me and then I cracked my lids to see what had promised to be a meal that would make any Sunday proud. But as the Reverend droned on and on and on to a God who I though must be bored to hear the same things over and over again, I saw that the ham grease had turned white on the tomatoes.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

It's my own fault, really. For believing in fairy tales. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, there's a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then it's on with the happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince really IS one. A prince. No, I really mean it. He's an actual PRINCE.

I'm eighteen; I'm a princess; and I'm a virgin. You know what? At this point in my life, I might as well be a unicorn. Happy freaking birthday to me.