Quotes About Discontent

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, / Went home and put a bullet through his head.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

W]hat is always overlooked is that although the poor want to be rich, it does not follow that they either like the rich or that they in any way want to emulate their characters which, in fact, they despise. Both the poor and the rich have always found precisely the same grounds on which to complain about each other. Each feels the other has no manners, is disloyal, corrupt, insensitive - and has never put in an honest day's work in its life.

I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it.

He was going through one of those moments that you read about in books, when a character reacts in an unexpectedly extreme way to the normal discontents of living.

Volví a sacar novelas de la biblioteca circulante, las leía una tras otra. Pero a la larga no me hicieron bien. Proponían vidas intensas, diálogos profundos, un fantasma de la realidad más apasionante que mi vida real. Así, para sentir

Piénsalo. Una mujer separada, con dos hijas y tus ambiciones, ha de tener en cuenta la realidad y decidir a qué puede renunciar y a qué no. No hubo palabra de esta última frase que no me disgustara.

what a terrible thing a dissatisfied mind is.

Hoy no quiero ser dulce, tranquila, decente, sumisa, comprensiva, resignada, las cualidades que siempre ponderan los amigos. Tampoco quiero ser maternal; Diego no es un niño grande, Diego sólo es un hombre que no escribe porque no quiere y me ha olvidado por completo.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

With society and its public, there is no longer any other language than that of bombs, barricades, and all that follows.

The more refined one is, the more unhappy.

How intolerable people are sometimes who are happy and successful in everything.

Madame Bovary, c'est moi. Emma Bovary. She was the first. The first to thrash around in the space between a packaged wonder and reality, trying to reconcile the two in her enormous, inarticulate heart. Madame Bovary, c'est toi, perhaps, dear reader. Madame Bovary, c'est tout le monde.

Discontents arise not merely from the inequality of possessions, but from the equality of honors. The multitude complain that property is unjustly, because unequally, distributed; men of superior merit or superior pretentions complain that honors are unjustly, if equally, distributed.

I discovered I was infected with a terrible suspicion of myself and my inability to stay still, my dreadful insomnia of place.

The whole world is covered in buttons, and not one of them is mine!

I hated being a flight attendant. I did it for a month and then quit.

I tried college and I hated that. I seem to quit everything I do.

I do not like the human race. I don't like their heads, I don't like their faces, I don't like their feet, I don't like their conversations, I don't like their hairdos, I don't like their automobiles.

Sometimes, you can't seem to find any song on the radio that you like.

There's always something to rage about, right?

The Raiders moved from Oakland to Los Angeles, didn't like it, didn't get along. Whatever it was, moved back to Oakland.