Quotes About Discontent

The world is gradually becoming a placewhere I do not care to be any more.

misanthropy.

We are accordingly urged by our own evil things to consider the good things of God; and, indeed, we cannot aspire to Him in earnest until we have begun to be displeased with ourselves. For what man is not disposed to rest in himself?

How happy I might be, if only she was less greedy, better tempered, not addicted to raking up old grudges, more affectionate, with slightly yellower hair, slimmer, and about twenty years younger! But what is the good of expecting such a woman to reform?

I'm sick of playing romantic leads.

I never wanted this kind of life that Im still living.

If God gives you gifts you must use them to justify your life. It is what the Greeks called divine discontent that drives you.

I hate grunge. It was the worst period of my life.

Cynicism is the calling card of unhappy people.

Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand.

The British hamburger thus symbolised, with savage neatness, the country's failure to provide its ordinary people with food which did anything more for them than sustain life.

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

I was unhappy with my life. I had acquired everything I thought I wanted, only to find out, This is it?

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

Some people were just getting on with their lives, chatting, being young. It simply wouldn't do.

I'm kind of jealous of the life I'm supposedly leading.

There is a kind of perverse unity forming among us, born, I think, of the discontent of all classes of people with the endless frustration of life.

I spent my time very nicely in many ways, but not fully satisfactory. Then I became Professor in France, but realized that I was not - for the job that I should spend my life in.

Life is an irritation.

He found her pretty in a bewildered, washed-out way, but it was her restlessness that aroused him, the quiet exasperation of a woman who longs to throw herself into something significant, but cannot find what it is.

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;He wept that he was ever born,And he had reasons.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,Scratched his head and kept on thinking;Miniver coughed and called it fate,And kept on drinking.

So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.