Quotes About Discontent

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's best friend and only true enemy — the good and great enemy. He neither walks with the multitude nor cheers with them. The writer who is a writer is a rebel who never stops.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world.

Those strange creepy people, all picking at their little... scabs," she had complained to me when Nathan was not around. "I hate this type of—and here I thought she used a lovely gem of a phrase—"unearned unhappiness!

This is the sort of bloody nonsense up with which I will not put!

I didn't want either him or his cousin, I only wanted to be able to rob them in peace.

It was since he returned home that the evil eye of discontent had been on him, making empty air of his attempts to find a philosophy of his own, turning to ashes whatever he grasped.

the most important thing was to strike a balance: poverty and riches each in their own way caused unhappiness. With money, the way to be happy was to continue to have almost enough.

he must have thought: this is a young fellow and a stupid German besides - that's just how all French speak of the Germans - he will be quite content with this - but the stupid German was not content - and didn't accept the money either (...).

he must have thought: this is a young fellow and a stupid German besides - that's just how all French speak of the Germans - he will be guite content with this - but the stupid German was not content (...).

I don't know what the hell I was thinking; I hated nature, and more than nature I hated being a car owner.

Over the years loved ones have said I'm a chronically dissatisfied person, and it's true I'd always rather be where I'm not at the time.

I think what it boils down to, really, is that I hate reality

People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.

Do you think it could be that those in charge of the guilds keep the system in operation after it has outlived its original purpose? It seems to me that the system works by suppression of knowledge. I don't see what that achieves. It has made me very discontented, and I'm sure I'm not alone.

I didn't do anything," Han complained, the refrain of his entire life.

She'd given it two good years. The problem was, Don had only given it one.

She sometimes found herself standing in the barn watching her fowl pecking the seed, feeling happy until she realised she wasn't.