Quotes About Discontent

We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.

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

She wants to be someone else, somewhere else, and I can't blame her.

This morning I was wondering whether you ever felt like a cow, having to chew my stale news over and over again until you're so fed up with the monotonous fare that you yawn and secretly wish Anne would dig up something new.

At five that night, I went back to the market and bought three sixteen-ounce Rainier Ales. I bounced back to my house, Mary Lou Retton-like, sipped the first ale, took the Valium, smoked a joint, drank the second ale, took another Valium, listened to "Into the Mystic" ten times, drank the third Ale, too the Valium and the Halcion, and discovered two unhappy thoughts. One was it was only seven o'clock. The second was that I was wide awake.

Most of us have done fairly well in our lives. We learned how to run on that one wheel, but now we want a refund.

I've watched two-year-old humans with interest for centuries. They're miserable. They rush about, fall down, and scream almost constantly. They hate being human! They know already that it's some sort of dirty trick.

What have you done with Hetty? he demanded. Listened to her incessant prattle, complaints, tears, demands, artless conversation and recriminations for more than twenty-four hours. You will be pleased to know I didn't touch her—if I had I would have throttled her. Take her away, if you please. I'd rather spend the rest of my life a pauper than have to spend even another day with the divine Miss Chippie.

What to feed her is a constant conundrum. Nothing satisfies. She rolls her eyes, sighs ostentatiously, flounces from the room.

Lately I feel that I'm living in a badly written, badly directed foreign movie that's running on late-night TV in black-and-white with lots of static and inadequate subtitles.

What has crawled up your butt and died? (Tabitha)

You know, if my life was a horse, I'd shoot it. (Susan)

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

I hate the domestic life.

The whole youth-idolatry oh-god-not-another-birthday thing has to be the most sure-fire way to be unhappy about the way things are progressing in your life.

It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong.

I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.

I just used to have a really normal life, working in an office.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

You know, if my life was a horse, I'd shoot it. (Susan)

Burn down the disco Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life

Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.

All my life I have been restless-- I have felt there is something more wonderful than gloss-- than wholeness-- than staying at home.