Quotes About Discontent

Revolutions are always verbose.

Status quo, you know, is Latin for 'the mess we're in'.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

The American people are fed up...with political posturing.' True, but also an example of political posturing.

The politics, I don't understand it, I'm not happy, don't feel good about it.

I'm so unhappy with electoral politics that I switched to sports radio.

No revolution is made out of shame. I reply: Shame is already revolution of a kind

We are never so much disposed to quarrel with others as when we are dissatisfied with ourselves.

The nation is prosperpus on the whole, but how much prosperity is there in a hole?

Wat had je eraan, alleen feiten in je hoofd te stampen en daarmee over de smerige straten van Amsterdam te sjokken, met studiegenoten die vol platvloerse politieke ideeën zaten, die nergens anders op uit waren dan hun leermeesters te treiteren, en, zonder te genieten van wat ze moesten leren, hun kille wrok met allerlei onzin bot te vieren?

My old friends in the House{91} were gone. The Western Massachusetts Club, that had its headquarters in the Adams House where most of us lived that came from beyond the Connecticut, was inactive. The committees I had, except the chairmanship of agriculture, did not interest me greatly, and to crown my discontent the Democratic governor sent in a veto which the senate sustained, to a bill authorizing the New Haven Railroad to construct a trolley system in western Massachusetts.

how it is; your violent complainers

These classes are sometimes discontented, and sometimes not. Sometimes they do not know that anything is amiss with them until the "friends of humanity" come to them with offers of aid. Sometimes

There I sat, in the wreckage of my apartment, in the wreckage of my life – no love, no prospects, a gnawing sense of existential futility along with the certainty that a better life was being lived by everyone else

Whatever they had together, it was collapsing under its own weight. He could see the signs. Her dissatisfaction was showing, like a slip beneath the hem of a crisply pleated skirt, and it ruined the whole effect.

You love something that ain't there and then you start hating what is there, and that's hell.

No matter how much he accomplished he would always raise his standards slightly higher, and then he'd feel miserable.

yet in a Short time they become disgusted with our manner of life, and the care and pains that are necessary to support it

Hell is a collection of individuals who are spending the bulk of their time working on a task they don't like and are not especially good at.

Women probably find him sweet. Me, I just want to pull the pin on a grenade.

If he (George Keenan)felt on occasion more than a little uncomfortable when being listened to, then he was truly unhappy when not being listened to.

When our identities are tethered to externals, our sense of self-worth is always in danger. In the end, we become hypersensitive, insecure, and discontent, always comparing ourselves to the next parent, the next young professional, the next pastor across town. But

Why have all men, I ask, in all ages, complained incessantly of the miseries of life? … They have no just reason, says one: These complaints proceed only from their discontented, repining, anxious disposition…. And can there possibly, I reply, be a more certain foundation of misery than such a wretched temper?

Where do you come from?" "From the planet of a distant sun, called Earth." "What for?" "I was tired of vulgarity.