Quotes About Discontent

The 'boy next door' parts I get offered, I don't find interesting.

I'm bored. I'm bored with the kind of parts I get offered. I can do more.

Low ceilings, low doors. I hate that. Oh my God, it's the worst. This world is too small for me.

I work only in the morning from 10 to noon. I still write by hand. I interrupt my writing when I feel that I've discovered something beautiful or, on the contrary, when I feel discontent.

I should be sorry to be on the same level as an age like this.

The best amongst the poor are never grateful. They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and rebellious. They are quite right to be so.

Agitators are a set of interfering, meddling people who come down to some perfectly contented class of the community and sow the seeds of discontent among them. That is the reason why agitators are so absolutely necessary.

The only horrible thing in the world is ennui

So the swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets...

Thou art the same: 'tis I whose wretched soul Takes discontent to be its paramour, And gives its kingdom to the rude control Of what should be its servitor,—for sure Wisdom is somewhere, though the stormy sea Contain it not, and the huge deep answer ''Tis not in me.' To

Ginsberg and those coffee houses with hungry-looking guitar players never did mean shit to me. They never took their drinking seriously.

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

He looked like a vulture dissatisfied with its breakfast corpse.

Normally he was fond of most things. He was a good-natured and cheerful young man, who liked life and the great majority of those who lived it contemporaneously with himself. He had no enemies and many friends. But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world. Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul, or else he had a grouch. One of the two.

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

The desperate boredom of the wealthy, that he often spoke of to Anne. It tended to destroy rather than create. And it could lead to crime as easily as privation.

He hated going back to himself as he would have hated putting on a shabby suit of clothes, a grease-spotted, unpressed suit of clothes that had not been very good even when it was new.

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As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to the next place, and yet he is never going towards something, always away, away

The reason for entering the struggle is a desire for more; a taste of what life and love could be if freed from the dark memories and deep shame. No one leaves the lethargy of denial unless there is a spark of discontent that pierces the darkness of daily numbness. To live significantly less than what one was made to be is as severe a betrayal of the soul as the original abuse.

The day is perfect and I hate it for being so.

The first time I read the ad, I choked and cursed and spat and threw the paper to the floor.

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.