Quotes About Discontent

All difficulties in this life, every moment of difficulty, come from the distance between what is and what we want to be.

misanthropy, hatred of mankind, is the order of the day.

The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

How could I ever have been happy with her," he had asked," when her favorite colour is crushed strawberry?

Status quo, you know, is Latin for 'the mess we're in'.

I know our world isn't perfect, Charles, but it's better than this. This isn't the only alternative! It can't be!" "Nobody suffers here," Charles intoned. "Nobody is ever unhappy." "But nobody's ever happy, either," Meg said earnestly. "Maybe if you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy. Calvin, I want to go home.

She looked nice, he thought, when she was being enthusiastic and cheering him up, she looked young herself. It was when her face was discontented that she developed the pouting, double-chinned look of her mother—a woman who had been born disagreeable and lived to make life disagreeable for everyone round her until last year when she got a coronary right in the middle of complaining that she hadn't got enough presents for her seventieth birthday.

relative deprivation

To reach the pinnacle of success, you have to cross the treacherous valleys of failures and discontent.

The Tang went into decline and people became discontented. There was hunger and unrest, and as is common at such times, the troublemakers looked to place the blame on the foreigners.

Then again, it seemed my mother was always displeased with all her friends, with me, and even with my father. Something was always missing. Something always needed improving. Something was not in balance. This one or that had too much of one element, not enough of another.

Now I have this big cheerless studio and I am the saddest man in the world. Everybody says: "What a wonderful place!" But for me it is hell. Hell de luxe, do you get me?

Why has she loved ships so deeply, why has she always wanted to sail away from this world? Why has she always dreamed of flight, of departure?

I'm sick of this white poverty, the vulgarity of my daily life.

I share with Henry an anger not at the imperfection of women, but at the foulness of living itself.

I read the paper about suicides and murders and I understand it all thoroughly. I feel murderous, suicidal. I feel somehow that it is a disgrace to do nothing, to just bide one's time, to take it philosophically, to be sensible.

I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.

Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermées; possessions jalouses du bonheur.

Ethereal or promiscuous, she is stigmatized by the awesome drive behind her desire, the restlessness of her soul on earth, the mercilessness of her passion, [...] Her desire is grandiose and amoral, beyond the timidity she practices and the conscious morality she knows. She is stigmatized by her capacity for passion, not unlike artistic genius, the great wildness of a soul forever discontent with existing forms and their meanings; but she, unlike the artist, has no adequate means of expression.

Es la ausencia de felicidad interior y paz en el corazón y la mente la que hace que una persona se sienta estresada y tome medicamentos, coma demasiadas proteínas y alimentos en general, abuse del alcohol y del tabaco, beba cantidades excesivas de café, se vuelva adicto al trabajo o esté descontento con su trabajo o consigo mismo.

I never felt settled or calm. You can't really commit to life when you feel that.

I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn't sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it's because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

I'm quite happy in my unhappy way. I'm more than satisfied to remain unsatisfied