Quotes About Discontent

And though we have all the comforts of the world, we find no comfort in them.

Suck is life,[...]:you get to a point, one day, where you are hoping to find crap; where the best possible outcome of all possible outcomes would be the discovery, praise Jesus, of a pile of shit

Augustine said, "The church is a whore, but she's our mother." The early Christians said that if we do not accept the church as our mother, we cannot call God our Father. We are not to leave her, but we are to work for her healing, as we would with a dysfunctional parent. Our work is not "para-church" but "pro-church." The church needs our discontent, and we need the rest of the body of Christ.

Romantic comedy heroines were seldom on top of the world, doing exactly what they'd always wanted to do.

There is a kind of sadness in not wanting the things that give so many other people their life's meaning.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

You don't even have to hate to have a perfectly miserable time.

Had I not spent so much time doing something that made me so miserable, I would have never learned how to appreciate doing what brings me joy.

I ain't movin' to Arizona! Dammit, there is nothin' there but gravel and scorpions.

What the hell was wrong? Here I was, where I'd planned to be, but it felt like…like nothing. Some black and rotting cavity of wrongness still stank somewhere inside me. I could smell it but not name it.

I became the victim of ingratitude and cold coquetry—then I desponded, and imagined that my discontent gave me a right to hate the world. I

But he found that a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are for ever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties.

for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike hateful. The cup of life was poisoned for ever; and

Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Fine, he said. Anything is better than what I'm supposed to be doing.

Fine," he said. "Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

They would return to unwanted jobs, unloved families, unchosen friends, to drawing rooms, evening clothes, cocktail glasses and movies, to unadmitted pain, murdered hope, desire left unreached, left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken, to days of effort not to think, not to say, to forget and give in and give up.

So secure was his power that rumblings of discontent had finally surfaced within his own base, among black nationalists upset with his willingness to cut whites and Hispanics into the action, among activists disappointed with his failure to tackle poverty head-on, and among people who preferred the dream to the reality, impotence to compromise.

too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told you I was perfection?'-exerpt from Valide

Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.

She climbs down and pours half an inch of Jim Beam into a Bengals mug that came free with a tank of gas. Alice would just as soon get her teeth cleaned as watch the Bengals. That's the price of staying around when your heart's not in it, she thinks. You get to be cheerleader for a sport you never chose.

Now, versus the old days. I said maybe the difference was we could see now what all we were missing. With everybody else in the world being richer than us, doing all kinds of nonsense and getting away with it. It pisses you off. It makes you restless.

The room was large, and largely empty. The pace would pick up later in the evening. For now, the action comprised just a few lonely souls. They seemed lost in the expanse of the room, their play joyless, desultory, as though they'd been looking for a livelier party and found themselves stuck with this one instead.

To these three comparisons I have added a fourth: the gap between what one has and what one expects.