Quotes About Discontent

She had done everything he wanted, and tonight it didn't matter. He was the man who preferred the empty room all along. Not these things, not these children, not her. He wanted his steak and his wine and his Scotch, and a young waitress he could bully to bring it to him, and after that, where he slept didn't matter.

We all feel not Comfortable on the same place.

And that pissed me all the way off.

I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.

I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

I'm tired of all these hippie jack-offs

Mies on lihaksi tullut vitutus.

It's better to have people be happy using someone else's product than disgruntled using yours.

Don't get me wrong, Mallory. She's a good person. She has a big heart. And she would do anything for Teddy's well-being. But this is not the life I wanted. I never signed on for any of this.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveller saying 'anywhere but here'.

Goddamn everything but the circus

Banks and churches and courtrooms all depend on the appurtenances of theatre. On illusion. Banks, the illusion of stability and honourable dealings to the rot and corruption of capitalist exploitation. Churches the illusion of sacred sanctuary of purposes of pacifying social discontent. Courtrooms of course designed to promote the illusion of solemn justice. If there was true justice why would such trappings be necessary? Wouldn't a table and chairs and an ordinary room serve just as well?

She was bored with simply being straight-A's Claudia Kincaid. She was tired of arguing about whose turn it was to choose the Sunday night seven-thirty television show, of injustice, and of the monotony of everything.

libro Il disagio della civiltà, ma non riconobbe la sua origine e non riuscì a capire che è possibile liberarsene. Questa disfunzione collettiva ha creato una civiltà profondamente infelice

How I hate everything!

But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands--and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I'd never known before--and it's better than anything I've known.

Lily sank with a sigh into one of the shabby leather chairs. How delicious to have a place like this all to one's self! What a miserable thing it is to be a woman. She leaned back in a luxury of discontent.

Why do you do this to me? she cried. Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead? No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. If I had, it should be yours, you know.

love to travel, But hate to arrive

Que apestosa esta huevada. Es como si nada avanzara, las imágenes se repiten.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

Ninguna dificultad se compara a la de explicar pacientemente a un a persona mediocre la razón de nuestro desencasillamiento. De nuestro disconformismo. De nuestra INMORALIDAD.

Solamente ya comprendo la verdad estalla en mis deseos y en mis desdichas en mis desencuentros en mis desequilibrios en mis delirios ya comprendo la verdad ahora a buscar la vida

I told her I hated normal people and the land of the fucking free and the home of the asshole brave, and I hated God and George and all and everything.