Quotes About Disillusionment

Things kind of have their arc: you get signed, and your first thought is, 'Oh my God, I made it!' But you never really make it.

I did not think them perfect; no man may be a hero to his valet or political consultant.

about Abbie's deception. People did you in. People turned on you in a heartbeat

It's hard to have faith in your fellow man when you're forced to look at some of his handiwork.

I was shrewd like mauma. Even at ten I knew this story about people flying was pure malarkey. We weren't some special people who lost our magic. We were slave people, and we weren't going anywhere. It was later I saw what she meant. We could fly all right, but it wasn't any magic to it.

It seemed like I was holding back a reservoir of doubt, pain, and disillusionment

these lovely, lying children, I saw very clearly that there was no redemption here.

He must be really smart. That must make you proud. I certainly couldn't design a website and entice people to sign up for a cattle-drive vacation." Zane's ever-so-perfect mouth tightened. "He lied, stole and committed fraud. Pride doesn't much enter into it for me." Phoebe hunched down in her seat. "If you're going to put it like that," she mumbled and turned her attention to the scenery.

I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don't like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.

Someone who is permanently surprised that depravity exists, who continues to feel disillusioned (even incredulous) when confronted with evidence of what humans are capable of inflicting in the way of gruesome, hands-on cruelties upon other humans, has not reached moral or psychological adulthood.

I felt I was slumming, in my own life. My task was to ward off the drivel (I felt I was drowning in drivel)—the jovial claptrap of classmates and teachers, the maddening bromide I heard at home. And the weekly comedy shows festooned with canned laughter, the treacly Hit Parade, the hysterical narratings of baseball games and prize fights—radio, whose racket filled the living room on weekday evenings and much of Saturday and Sunday, was an endless torment.

Lawrence of Arabia said old and wise means tired and disappointed. He didn't live long enough to know how right he was.

There was nothing like working law enforcement for a few years to give you a jaded view of human nature. No matter how well you thought you knew someone, no one ever entirely knew anyone else.

Young men, romantics, call it love at first sight, but even then I understood it was only prettiness. Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.

Because it wasn't just the death of a sweet little beast we were marking—it was the death of what we thought we'd been doing, where we'd thought we were living, the death of being able to believe anymore in our innocence and the existence of goodness around us.

You haven't entered a new age at all but one of upscale nihilism, deluxe nihilism.

Aprendí, gracias a esos envoltorios vacíos que pretendían llamarse hombres, la risa amarga y un poco superior de quien posee, en relación con los manipuladores de generalidades, la ventaja de la experiencia.

Muy achacado Etchenike, con los riñones marchitos a patadas, una ceja partida y el orgullo como una especie de trapo que llevaba pegado a los zapatos, arrastrándolo por la calle sin convicción ni esperanzas de llegar a ninguna parte.

But then she often felt like this lately. The world seemed full of transparent frauds that only she could see through. She was forever shouting from the hustings of honesty, though if any honesty were directed at her she ran from it horrified. And she knew it, laughed at herself for it, wretchedly. She was all to pieces.

Das Leben war schwierig geworden, es gab nichts Großes, an das man glauben, keine Pflichten, die man erfüllen, keine Bräuche, an denen man sich freuen konnte, und was einst eine Familie gewesen war, bestand aus versprengten Einzelwesen, die man liebte oder verzweifelt bedauerte - es ließ sich kaum noch unterscheiden.

Los sueños de la juventud se estrellan contra la realidad de la vida cotidiana

Maybe all this sadness building up inside of her was for the death of a dream. Her dream of him. She'd built up the perfect image of him in her mind, and with every word he spat in her face, it was becoming more and more obvious that her dream was quite simply wrong.

And then Andrew saw his downfall unfold on her face.

I don't really get into that whole red-blue-conservative-liberal because I can't tell them apart. They all seem inept. So, for me, it's not something I focus on at all. I probably should be more political than I am. I just don't care.