Quotes About Discontent

Please tell me you're not listening to that Shriver woman. She's a hysteric. And so annoyingly smug, as if she wants civilization to collapse, just so she can be proved right. I can't bear the sound of her voice.

It wasn't that eating was so great--it wasn't--but that nothing was great. Eating being merely okay still put it head and shoulders above everything that was decidedly less than okay.

I wondered if that wasn't the answer to the mystery, countrywide. It wasn't that eating was so great-it wasn't-but that nothing was great. Eating being merely okay still put it head and shoulders above everything else that was decidedly less than okay.

There's something especially terrible about being told over and over that you have the most wonderful life on earth and it doesn't get any better and it's still shit.

podes estar apaixonada e ao mesmo tempo incrivelmente só. Podes ter tudo o que sempre quiseste só para te dares conta que tudo o que querias estava errado. Podes ter um marido inteligente atraente e cheio de compaixão como o meu e mesmo assim não o ter na realidade. E algumas vezes podes olhar para a tua filha linda e preciosa e ficar genuinamente ciumenta de quanto ele a ama em vez de ti.

That was how she'd once viewed her perfect life: as a series of bad smells and unfulfilled duties, petty worries and late bills.

And it occurs to her for the very first time that maybe Hanna isn't intrinsically unhappy. That maybe she just doesn't like her.

Oh, this is horriculous.

I did photograph Angelina Jolie up in Vancouver when she was making 'Life Or Something Like It', and they gave me the drawings they wanted me to photograph of her up there, but she didn't really care for them that much, and ultimately they weren't even used.

I love my books, and with all their dog-ears and under-linings they are irreplaceable, but I sometimes wish they'd just vanish.

Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.

I've always liked music that has a darker vein to it. I come from such a safe upbringing - very stable, classic family, everything's nice and good - I was always looking for something different.

Where I live, in Vermont, there's this thing that women know about men, which is this disease: their childhood was so idyllic that nothing in the rest of their life can ever be satisfying. It's almost a plague.

My character, Rick Spleen, is a what-if version of me, really, where nothing did quite turn out right and everything else is still around the corner.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

She wanted out of that decorating scheme.

She was always saying, 'Fuck this school,' or 'I can't wait until I get out of here.' But so did lots of kids.

It might not even be that great to marry your ideal. Probably, once you attained your ideal, you got bored and wanted another.

I see women married to good men, shitty men, philandering men, boring men, alcoholic men and they all think there's someone different out there who would have been better for them.

By the end of the afternoon, she had acquired a different, unprintable adjective for him.

Boredom makes you do crazy things.

Well, to tell you the truth, my man's chucked me out." "So's mine! I say, I don't think much of this inn, do you?" "What

Other women were like presents he was constantly disappointed in unwrapping

Y tu eres todo lo que yo no quiero