Quotes About Discontent

I despised him for liking me so much. I wondered how he could settle for so little.

Who's in charge around here? I'd like to complain about my life. I distinctly ordered a happy life with a loving husband to go with my newborn baby and what was this shoddy travesty that I'd been served up instead?

Suspiró, abrumado por los niveles de imbecilidad que padecía el mundo.

Il n'y a rien de mieux qu'un roman pour faire comprendre que la réalité est mal faite, qu'elle n'est pas suffisante pour satisfaire les désirs, les appétits, les rêves humains.

Una vida mental rica y propia exige curiosidad, malicia, fantasía y deseos insatisfechos, es decir, una mente «sucia», malos pensamientos, floración de imágenes prohibidas, apetitos que induzcan a explorar lo desconocido y a renovar lo conocido, desacatos sistemáticos a las ideas heredadas, los conocimientos manoseados y los valores en boga.

and felt a little stabbing impulse to kick the squire on his backside as he left the room.

He was an arsehole, but, God, she looked at Richard sometimes, the racing bike, the way he did the crossword in pencil first. There were evenings when she wanted Dad to ride in off the plains, all dust and sweat and tumbleweed, kick open the saloon doors and stick some bullet holes in those fucking art books.

For the first time in his life, he felt exactly what he was, and he was not impressed.

Abri o Post e vi uma fotografia da mulher do meu antigo patrão, enrolada no toldo de um restaurante chinês no Upper East Side. Parece que ela tinha executado um duplo salto a partir da janela do seu apartamento nas alturas e não conseguira chegar ao pavimento. Portanto, acho que afinal, não era assim tão feliz.

But what was the matter with me these days was that I didn't like care much. It was like something soft getting into me and I could not pony why. What I wanted these days I did not know.

However much one hears about individuals, the picture formed in the mind rarely approximates to the reality. So it was with Mrs Maclintick. I was not prepared for her in the flesh. When she opened the door to us, her formidable discontent with life swept across the threshold in scorching, blasting waves.

Widmerpool still represented to my mind a kind of embodiment of thankless labour and unsatisfied ambition.

We know how prone the strong are to suspect the weakness of the weak, — as the weak are to be disgusted by the strength of the strong.

All this was not very pleasant to John Morton. He

fuck this glitchy ass site.

Why are you emigrating?" "Coz I'm sick of celebrations," says the Jew. "Bought toilet paper—celebration; bought kolbasa—more celebrating.

and poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.

Les révolutions enracinent les bruits populaires et les haines. Le premier coup de fusil tiré, rien ne s'explique ; les passions s'exaltent et, ne pouvant s'entendre, on se tue.

People are never satisfied. They crave too much then complain too much.

Moon-Watcher felt the first faint twinges of a new and potent emotion. It was a vague and diffuse sense of envy--of dissatisfaction with his life. He had no idea of its cause, still less of its cure; but discontent had come into his soul, and he had taken one small step toward humanity.

No utopia can ever give satisfaction to everyone, all the time.

He hated the blue platter his mother served from, and the salt and pepper shakers, which were glass with red tops, and he hated the silverware designed in flowers, some pieces scratched almost beyond recognition. He even hated the round table and the succession of tablecloths, one pale blue with yellow leaves, one white with red and orange squares. He hated the uncomfortable chairs, particularly his own, where he sat squirming, and he hated his family and the way they talked.

This damn place, Natalie said, 2it always turns out not to have the things I want, after all. I get up inside and i knock over an ashtray and everyone looks at me and here I come rushing outdoors because I think it´s where I want to be, and then when I get out here it turns out to be the same old place I passed coming in Thats because you came out the same door, suggested Tony.

If I get hold of a book and see that the sun shone, the moon floated by, the air was fragrant, the birds tweeted—I fling it across the room.