Quotes About Discontent

Persuade thyself that imperfection and inconvenience are the natural lot of mortals, and there will be no room for discontent, neither for despair.

If you would attain to what you are not yet, you must always be displeased by what you are. For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained. Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.

El termómetro del éxito es simplemente la envidia de los descontentos.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

I . . . cannot fall asleep because there is a foreign feeling in my veins, it is the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, and the feeling is colder than I ever thought it would be.

We were tired of living in a house.

Ben yaln?zca saÄŸa sola dola??p durmaktan b?kt?m, can s?k?nt?s? içinde yüzmek istemiyorum art?k, bir nedeni olmadan mutlu olmak da istemiyorum; günün birinde gözlerimi aç?p hepiniz gibi olduÄŸumu, ilk baÅŸta bildiÄŸimden fazla bir ÅŸey bilmediÄŸimi görmek istemiyorum!

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

I'm not unhappy enough. [Pause.] That was always my unhap, unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

Work won't do me any good ... I've tried it, and it bored me worse than the other thing.

In the bottle discontent seeks for comfort, cowardice for courage, and bashfulness for confidence

I do hate to be unquiet at home.

But I do not see much thorough joy, but only an indifferent one, in the hearts of people, who are much discontented at the pride and luxury of the Court, and running in debt.

Your personality may be comparing your new potential reality to the one you are living and find something lacking.

I had thousands of books in my house and never found anything I wanted to read. I would stare at the shelves of books like a hungry person staring into an open refrigerator and wait for something to speak to me. But nothing ever spoke.

Because we'd all been handed heaven on a silver platter, and instead we'd kicked it away and asked for hell.

Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

People are pushing against the fabric of society all the time.

A lot of the time, I'm just smart enough to be unhappy.

Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.

There was a time I had resentment against everything mainstream.

I am tired of all this thing called science here. We have spent millions in that sort of thing for the last few years, and it is time it should be stopped.

You can see as many towns as you like but it never gets you anywhere. And once you have stopped looking, there you are, exactly where you were before.

My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate spending. I hadn't a job. I hadn't any qualifications. I'd achieved nothing with my life. I'd never been happy. I had no husband or boyfriend.