Quotes About Discontent

I just don't know anymore. God! I'm in a bad mood! It's like walking around in an itchy coat.

Oh, cold world -- I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.

Then I give her a grim shake of my head and say aloud, 'This blows ass.' She nods sympathetically. She doesn't understand, but of course, in her way she understands completely.

Helen was happy for them, and disdainful, and jealous of them for getting more of each other while she got less of them, and, mostly, astonished-that life could actually move forward like this into adulthood.

He smiled down at her. Truly. I think a man may find happiness-or discontent- no matter if he has a full belly or not.

There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.

But in the end, after the curtain dropped over these little dramas, they all seemed able to go back to their rooms and back to their lives, they all seemed to know that it was just a game, that it scuffed you up and wore you out a little, but that you would get on with it. Only I seemed to be left behind, crying and screaming about wanting more, wanting my money back, wanting some satisfaction, wanting to feel something. I was the only person going to a prostitute in search of true love.

I want to be bored. But I can't. But I really don't want to be this thing that I'm having to be instead of being bored.

I'm tired of the news...I'm tired of anger. I'm tired of the meanness. I'm tired of selfishness...I'm tired of lying governments. I'm tired of people not caring whether they're being lied to anymore. I'm tired of being made to feel this fearful.

I hate the blues; I hate being worse off than someone else.

I wanted something different—Or is this it?

check-cashing place that wasn't open today. No leaf peepers

You hate this. You need more something.

People of Wealth and the so called upper class suffer the most from boredom.

When I listen to the complaints that follow just about every presidential debate, I'm reminded of the well-worn joke about the Jewish mother who buys her son two shirts. When he shows up at dinner wearing one, she says: 'What's the matter? You didn't like the other one?'

Since the day Brahma created the world to this day, no one's ever been able to satisfy a wedding guest. They always find some opportunity or other to find fault and criticise. One who can't even afford a dry piece of bread at home becomes a lord at the wedding party.

Each week, I post a video about some 'Pigeon of Discontent' raised by a reader. Because, as much as we try to find the 'Bluebird of Happiness,' we're also plagued by those small but pesky 'Pigeons of Discontent.'

People hate politicians. And I can understand why.

Except for the pollution, I love everything about Delhi.

The poorest people are so incredibly poor, and the rich are so incredibly rich on the other side. That is a kind of fascination.

So I'm not very popular here with those inside the system, as you might guess. I never wanted to be.

We face a dilemma because although everybody is better off than they've ever been at any time in our history, we've also got the biggest gap between the rich and the poor that we've ever had, and we've potentially got a planet which is going to go bust any day.

I never considered the working class anything other than something to get out of.

Conte can't wait to leave Chelsea. He can't stand that they sell or buy players without consulting him.