Quotes About Disillusionment

He was the kind of boy to crush your heart into dust then snort it off the table in front of you.

I was head over heels, now I just see my heel in your head

You lost the ability to see beauty in others because your vision got clouded by someone who sold you a fantasy that no one could live up to.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

You betrayed those who had high hopes for you

At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end. When they lost this belief, they lost everything.

She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured and reciprocated the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it seemed a fouler offence committed by Roger Chillingworth than any which had since been done him, that, in the time when her heart knew no better, he had persuaded her to fancy herself happy by his side.

Many people are seeking, at this very moment, to shelter themselves under the wing of the federal eagle; imagining, I presume, that her bosom has all the softness and snugness of an eider-down pillow. But she has no great tenderness, even in her best of moods, and, sooner or later, --oftener sooner than late,-- is apt to fling off her nestlings with a scratch of her claw, a dab of her beak, or a rankling wound from her barbed arrows.

But I am weary of this place, and sick to death of playing at philanthropy and progress. Of all varieties of mock-life, we have surely blundered into the very emptiest mockery in our effort to establish the one true system. I

My father and mother fed my sister and me on a diet of romantic dreams just as though they were giving us candy. Gradually the dreams wore thin, until in the end they wasted away to nothing.

I'm too old to rage against the system. I just whine at it.

Estúpidos sueños. Incluso los buenos son malos, porque te recuerdan hasta qué punto es mala la realidad.

Are people really such sheep that they can be fooled? Maybe. Or maybe with so much conflicting media, people just shut down. Maybe that's the point.

Everything feels right with the world, and the sad thing is that I know it's a dream. I know it must soon end, and when it does I will be thrust awake into a place where either I'm broken, or the world is broken.

No one rages against the system anymore. At most, they just glare at it a bit.

Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite, ?i groaza b?trâneÈ›ii È™i zbuciumul cumplit De-a mai citi în ochii ce cu-ochii i-am sorbit, Dezgustu-ascuns c?-atâtea iubiri au fost jertfite? Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite?

Aquel que nunca se despertó en un lecho anónimo, al lado de un rostro que ya no volverá a ver; y no salió de un burdel al alba, con ganas de tirarse a un río por asco físico de la existencia, se ha perdido algo.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

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.

Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.

At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built

Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.