Quotes About Discontent

Then she told me all about the bad place, and said I wished I was there. She got mad, then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres, all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular

El saber no era bueno para las gentes vulgares y quizá podía descontentarles con la suerte de Dios les había señalado en este mundo, y Dios no tolera que nadie esté descontento de sus planes. Teníamos

Then the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody he could think of, and then cussed them all over again to make sure he hadn't skipped any, and after that he polished off with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel of people which he didn't know the names of, and so called them what's-his-name, when he got to them, and went right along with his cussing.

Melrose winced. He lived in a world of dried-up pheasant and one-liners.

Senza mai guardare dove sta andando, la gente si muove attraverso qualcosa di predisposto, armata di bugie. Non vede l'ora di raggiungere luoghi dai quali è appena tornata, o si rammarica di aver fatto cose che non ha ancora fatto. Signori delle bugie e della spazzatura - di ogni sorta di merda e di spazzatura. [...] Lo prendiamo ancora in culo ogni mattina come tutti gli altri - ma in questi giorni la cosa finisce in un baleno.

Riot is the language of the unheard.

What we witnessed in the Watts area was the beginning of a stirring of a deprived people in a society who had been by-passed by the progress of the previous decade. I would minimize the racial significance and point to the fact that these were the rumblings of discontent from the "have nots" within the midst of an affluent society.

The deep rumbling of discontent that we hear today is the thunder of disinherited masses rising from dungeons of oppression to the bright hills of freedom in one majestic chorus

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something—anything—before it is all gone. —John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

BIFF: I am not a leader of men, Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash can like all the rest of them! I'm one dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes any more, and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!

Eskiden insanlar hayatlar?ndan memnun olmad?klar?nda devrim yaparlard?. ?imdi al??veri? yap?yorlar.

People's envy shows how unhappy they feel; their constant attention to the doings of others how bored they are.

the longer you live the more clearly you will feel that, on the whole, life is a disappointment, nay, a cheat.

Mamachi tried to caution Chacko. He heard her out, but didn't really listen to what she was saying. So despite the early rumblings of discontent on the premises of Paradise Pickles, Chacko, in rehearsal for the Revolucion, continued to play Conrade! Comrade! (116)

She grew tired of living a life that wasn't really hers at an address she oughtn't to be at. She had lost the ability to keep her discrete world discrete. The traffic inside her head seemed to have stopped believing in traffic lights.

I also knew Grenville was a man easily bored.

This is what I'm saying; you hate your life. But you don't know what life is. Life is too huge for you to possibly hate. If you hate life, you haven't seen enough of it. If you hate your life, it's because your life is too small and doesn't fit you. However big you think your life is, it's nothing compared to what's out there.

This is what I'm saying: you hate your life. But you don't know what life is. Life is too huge for you to possibly hate. If you hate life, you haven't seen enough of it. If you hate your life, it's because your life is too small and doesn't fit you.

I wanted to shove her typewriter on the floor. I hated it and I hated her. I wanted to be a Cosby.

I said all the wrong things. Except when I was busy saying all the mean ones and in the end I hated everybody and everything.

If you loathe your job, the situation is improved if you can do it in your underwear. Drunk. *

There is always dishonesty at the heart of unhappiness.