Quotes About Discontent

I've led this empty life for over forty years and now I can pass that heritage on and ensure that the misery will continue for at least one more generation.

The third rule of life is this: Everything you buy today is smaller, more expensive, and not as good as it was yesterday.

The status quo sucks.

The difference of the degrees in which the individuals of a great community enjoy the good things of life has been a theme of declaration and discontent in all ages.

I don't trust what this life has given me.

I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.

I am a Senator against my wishes and feelings, which I regret more than any other of my life.

I don't do anything. My life sucks.

Life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Nothing is ever good enough the way it is.

I thought my goal in life was to be in a successful band, and I had got that, but I was as miserable as I had ever been, and I couldn't understand why that would be.

The factor in human life provocative of a noble discontent is the gradual emergence of a sense of criticism, founded upon appreciation of beauty, and of intellectual distinction, and of duty.

All present life is but an interjection, An'Oh!'or 'Ah!'of joy or misery, Or a 'Ha! ha!'or 'Bah!'a yawn or 'Pooh!' Of which perhaps the latter is most true.

Mr. Kipling stands for everything in this cankered world which I would wish were otherwise.

If there's one thing I really distinguish in myself, it's my unlimited ability for getting tired of everything.

And he felt dubious and discontented suddenly, and wondered whether he was really and truly successful as a human being.

Gwendolyn rubbed the corner of the cape with her fingers and began to pout. "I don't like it. It's old and it's not pink." "I know!" Annie said. "I think it's perfect!

You don't like this quite country life?" inquired Mrs. Condiment. "No; no better than I do a quiet country grave-yard. I don't want to return to dust before my time, I tell you," said Cap, yawning dismally over her work.

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

It was evident to him that the world composed and recomposed itself constantly in an endless process of dissatisfaction.

He didn't care for Clive [anymore], but he could suffer from him.

For that little incident had impressed the three women more than might be supposed. It remained as a goblin footfall, as a hint that all is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds, and that beneath these superstructures of wealth and art there wanders an ill-fed boy, who has recovered his umbrella indeed, but who has left no address behind him, and no name.

Oh, hang it all! what's the good—I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what's going on outside, if it's only nothing particular after all.

Everybody, he mused had everything worked out. Except me

if the entity allows [the relationships with individuals] to produce a hardening of the heart, or of a determination to get even, or of those conditions that hold for discontent, malice, or otherwise, these must surely bring the destructive forces that build that which the entity must meet; for, in truth, that builded in the mental forces of a body is as active in the experiences as must come to the entity as were done in the very material act...