Quotes About Discontent

I think I honestly hate being unappreciated, in every way by various people, never realized it bothered me so much!

Not just tired of being broken, I'm tired of living unappreciated.

Betrayal is the harshest pain. Trust is lost, will we ever feel the same? Forever discontent.

I woke up on the wrong side of my life.

My middle finger is used when words aren't enough for people to understand that they're annoying.

I, for one, get rather annoyed when I settle into a nice bubble bath with some Belgian chocolate and a mystery at my side only to discover that all of the characters in the latter are still alive at the end.

Those days when you wake up in the morning and suddenly hate everyone.

Does anyone ever get that feeling in class when you just wanna scream out 'NOBODY GIVES A fu..!'

I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

Sometimes I hate this place. I mean I really, truly, hate it. It offends my narrow-minded and provincial sensibilities regarding good universe design.

There is a desire for change. There is a millennial generation that doesn't like what they're seeing, but doesn't quite know what the solution is.

The world is nothing but a great desire to live and a great dissatisfaction with living.

All teenagers have this desire to somehow run away.

I don't want a Lamborghini. Even if I was given one, I'd be like one of those people who won the speedboat on 'Bullseye' and have it in Exchange & Mart within 48 hours.

I loathe the very thought of airports and also airlines taking as much from you as possible and giving very little back.

The biggest loser in 2016 was Washington, D.C.

I have a long list of things that make me mad.

As a player I thought all managers were doing something wrong.

I do a job which I ought to find satisfying, and it leaves me bored and empty. A diet of milk and honey, when you have teeth, he observed.

You come to this, here's the marrow of it, not moving, not standing, it's too much to hold up, what I really want to say is, I don't want no fucking country, here or there and all the way back, I don't like it, none of it, easy as that. I'm giving up on land to light on, and why not, I can't perfect my own shadow, my violent sorrow, my individual wrists

That's what unhappy people do. They hate.

It's the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent.

He was a foreigner here. There was no profit in discontent. He could not apply his bitterness. It was American-made and had no local standing. For the first time he realized what a dangerous thing he'd done, leaving his country. He struggled against this awareness. He hated knowing something he didn't want to know.

Three rebellions ago, the air was fresher. The soft pasting noises of the rebel billposters remind us of Oklahoma, where everything is still the same.