Quotes About Discontent

For a successful revolution it is not enough that there is discontent. What is required is a profound and thorough conviction of the justice, necessity and importance of political and social rights.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

he aquí que veréis en mis versos princesas, reyes, cosas imperiales, visiones de países lejanos ó imposibles: qué queréis! yo detesto la vida y el tiempo en que me tocó nacer[...]

Even if we become glowing clouds of ectoplasm, there's going to be something we're competing for - and most of us will feel as though we're getting screwed.

Have you been out in society recently? 'Cause it's SHIT.

That's the problem with doing the wrong things. You're never satisfied. At some point, the misbehavior loses its thrill, and you need to seek out something that pushes more boundaries.

We were two losers who ate too much McDonald's, played too many video games, and had families we sometimes wished we could trade for twenty bucks.

Look this is hardly fair. You sold me impure petrol at black-market price and not even one shop could be put to the torch.

bir müddet daha dü?ününce dünyada da hiçbir yere ba?l? olmad???n? hissetti ve içten içe bu kadar yabanc? oldu?u bu hayatta kendisini birçok kay?tlar?n ku?atmas?na, ondan, istedi?i gibi bir hareket imkanlar?n? almas?na müthi? içerledi.

Once you've tried all those things and more, and clearly know that none of it will ever be enough—then you are ready.

For with what art thou discontented? With the badness of men? Recall to thy mind this conclusion, that rational animals exist for one another, and that to endure is a part of justice, and that men do wrong involuntarily; and consider how many already, after mutual enmity, suspicion, hatred, and fighting, have been stretched dead, reduced to ashes; and be quiet at last.

I affirm that tranquillity is nothing else than the good ordering of the mind. Constantly then give to thyself this retreat, and renew thyself; and let thy principles be brief and fundamental, which, as soon as thou shalt recur to them, will be sufficient to cleanse the soul completely, and to send thee back free from all discontent with the things to which thou returnest.

Even sex was no longer what it had once been, though he was still as addicted to it as ever. He felt jerked around by his own dick, as if the rest of him was merely an inconsequential knob that happened to be attached to one end of it. Maybe the thing would be happier if left to roam around on its own.

She doesn't make speeches anymore. She has become speechless. She stays in her home, but it doesn't seem to agree with her. How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word.

She's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.

He got his driver's license, he got his high school diploma, he got his university degree. He got a worried little furrow between his eyes. He did what he thought was expected of him, and brought the official pieces of paper home to her like a cat bringing dead mice. Now it's as if he's given up because he doesn't know what else to bring; he's run out of ideas.

I want anything that breaks the monotony, subverts the perceived respectable order of things.

Zenia has stolen something from him, the one thing he always kept safe before, from all women, even from Roz. Call it his soul. She slipped it out of his breast pocket when he wasn't looking, easy as rolling a drunk, and looked at it, and bit it to see if it was genuine, and sneered at it for being so small after all, and then tossed it away, because she's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets. What

Sometimes he gets high, on the pot that circulates as freely as cigarettes did once. He thinks he should be enjoying this experience more than he actually does.

Suddenly she hated them all because they were different from her, because they carried their losses with an air that she could never attain, would never wish to attain. She hated them, these smiling, light-footed strangers, these proud fools who took pride in something they had lost, seeming to be proud that they had lost it.

This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent

Every time I appoint someone to a vacant position, I make a hundred unhappy and one ungrateful.

Every time I fill a vacant office, I make ten malcontents and one ingrate.

I wrote... Neon Ballroom in that time where I hated music, really everything about it, I hated it.