Quotes About Discontent

It makes my heart ache to see people living such fine lives when I have to sit here like a widow in black, waiting to hear from my fine breadwinner

It was like orderin a hamburger and getting only the buns (After Brooke White of season 7 on american idol sang the song 'Hero' by Mariah Carey)

I could easily understand why Lambert was bored with this peace which gave us back our lives without giving us back our reasons for living.

Algunos días detestaba el mar; era monótono e infinito como la ausencia.

Author sees the congested idealism of the generally discontent as reservoir that will support centralized power even while disagreeing with many specific provisions.

There will never be a state of society anything like perfect! There never will be a time when there won't be a large proportion of people who feel poor no matter how much they have, and envy their neighbors who know how to wear cheap clothes showily, and envy neighbors who can dance or make love or digest better.

I wouldn't care whether it was a laboratory or a carnival. But it's merely safe. Tell me, Mr. Pollock, what is the matter with Gopher Prairie?

Isn't there perhaps something the matter with you and me? (May I join you in the honor of having something the matter?)" "(Yes, thanks.) No, I think it's the town.

Gosh all fishhooks! Ted wailed to Eunice, as they wolfed hot chocolate, lumps of nougat, and an assortment of glace nuts, in the mosaic splendor of the Royal Drug Store, it gets me why Dad doesn't just pass out from being so poky.

Why had he ever gone abroad? It had unsettled him. He had been bored in Paris, yet he liked crepes Susette better than flapjacks; he liked leaning over the bridges of the Seine better than walking on Sixth Avenue; and he couldn't, just now, be very excited about the new fenders for the Revelation car. How was it that this America, which had been so surely and comfortably in his hand, had slipped away?

How many millions of American husbands had sat on the edges of how many millions of hotel beds, from San Francisco to Stockholm, sighing to the unsympathetic telephone, Oh, not in? ruffling through the telephone book, and again sighing, Oh, not in?-- looking for playmates for their handsome wives, while the wives listened blandly and never once cried, But I don't want any one else! Aren't we two enough?

Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on

All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.

Everybody feels he has a right to a life of luxury - or at least comfort - so there's a lot of frustration and resentment when the dream craps out.

Thir must be less tae life than this

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

But there must be some pleasure in condemning everything--in perceiving faults where others think they see beauties.''You mean there is pleasure in having no pleasure.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

It's amazing to me how hard people work to maintain a life they hate.

In his mind he was always leaving, always going somewhere, always doing something else.

When Caroline Walker fell in love with Julian English she was a little tired of him. That was in the summer of 1926, one of the most unimportant years in the history of the United States, and the year in which Caroline Walker was sure her life had reached a pinnacle of uselessness.

Fuck golf anyway. Stupid goddamn game, chasing a ball around a perfectly good cow pasture.