Quotes About Discontent

People rarely like the humanitarian plans of their social superiors.

Happiness? No, it's not there for me.

people don't want to believe the truth about themselves. They get some mental picture of themselves and then they devil the poor old body, trying to make it like the picture. When it won't obey-can't obey, of course-they are mad at it, and live in it as if it were an unsatisfactory house they were hoping to move out of.

As her life was empty, it had filled up with a variety of more or less disagreeable symptoms that convinced her that she was seriously and fascinatingly unwell.

There was a long pause while she hated everyone impartially: Tor for behaving like a farmer's son whose pet chicken has just been insulted; her father, for being so immovably kingly; and Perlith for being Perlith.

Galanna's gift, it was dryly said, was to be impossible to please.

I loved every one of these people. And I couldn't take another minute of their company.

dejad que os diga que el lugar donde reside el mayor de vuestros desasosiegos es a la vez el rincón donde se encuentra vuestra mayor oportunidad.

This world was built by people who felt some discontent with the way things were and knew they could do better.

My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

We got two gold-record singers and they don't sing? So? We got five Oscar-winning actors and they don't need to act much.

Grim evening at Gabès (windy, black clouds, hideous bungalows, "folklore" performance in the Hotel Chems bar): I can no longer take refuge in my thoughts: neither in Paris nor traveling. No escape.

21 de noviembre noche "En todas partes me aburro

Radicalism usually prospers in the gap between rising expectations and declining opportunities.

Why don't you live anywhere?" "Do you have a house?" "Of course." "Is it a pure unalloyed pleasure?" "Not entirely." "So there's your answer.

I shouldn't know you again if we did meet,' Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake; `you're so exactly like other people.

LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES!—and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.

We are, perhaps uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I have anticipated eagerly for years. So why do I feel so unsatisfied? Everyone is merry. They haven't a care in the world. And perhaps that is it. How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much.

That's it," Mabel said, getting up. She tossed her napkin on the table. "No. That is not right. I don't know what you just said, but whatever it was, I'm pretty certain it was pure hokum. I don't want to dance. I don't want to hear about your plans for a summer house. I am not your sister. And if I were your sister, I'd have to tell people you'd been adopted as an act of charity. Please, don't get up.

I have never felt more ridiculous. If this is what it means to be a woman I am not the slightest bit interested.

Lily was left feeling disgruntled and confused. She didn't like Caleb Halliday. He was rude, arrogant, and insufferable. His intentions toward her were not at all honorable. So why had she agreed to have anything further to do with him? Lily sighed. Because she was starved for a little magic, that was why. Because one wonderful night was not too much to ask out of a lifetime of hard work.

When the fabric of society is so rigid that it cannot change quickly enough, adjustments are achieved by social unrest and revolutions.

I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make me puke.