Quotes About Discontent

No one rages against the system anymore. At most, they just glare at it a bit.

Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis pas, et cette question de déménagement en est une que je discute sans cesse avec mon âme.

Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos! Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar! Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos, nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar. ¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta! Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo, sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa? ¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!

Voin vakuuttaa teille, ettei minua vaivaa mikään erityisesti. Olen jatkuvasti pahantuulinen (sekin on sairaus), koska kärsin typeryydestä ympärilläni ja olen tyytymätön itseeni.

Minusta on tullut sees, koska minun on mahdotonta olla tyytyväinen.

Nous avons vu des astres Et des flots, nous avons vu des sables aussi; Et, malgré bien des chocs et d'imprévus désastres, Nous nous sommes souvent ennuyés, comme ici.

Et, malgré bien des chocs et d'imprévus désastres, Nous nous sommes souvent ennuyés, comme ici.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care.

Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn't matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it's not nice. But I'd be as contended as a snail; it was, after all, the people who had made me unhappy.

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

It's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.

I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

they are unhappy with what I have become

She would have been a better fuck in Greece, maybe. America was a shitty place to fuck.

Are you sick now? No. Then what's wrong? I don't like people. Do you think that's right? Probably not.

The only time a man needed a lot of women was when none of them were any good.

another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of course is that the words will never truly break through for any of us. some nights I have taken the sheet out of the typer and held it over the cigarette lighter, flicked it and waited for the result.

I didn't know if I was unhappy. I felt too miserable to be unhappy.

I was simply the target of their discontent and in some real sense they blamed me for not being able to rouse them out of a failed past; what they didn't consider was that I had my troubles too—most of them caused by simply living with them.

Now, I thought, pushing my cart along, I have this job. Is this to be it? No wonder men robbed banks. There were too many demeaning jobs. Why the hell wasn't I a superior court judge or a concert pianist? Because it took training and training cost money. But I didn't want to be anything anyhow. And I was certainly succeeding

We all sat there and looked at each other and didn't look at each other. We chewed gum, drank coffee, went into restrooms, urinated, slept. We sat on the hard benches and smoked cigarettes we didn't want to smoke. We looked at each other and didn't like what we saw.

Me alegraba de no estar enamorado, de no ser feliz con el mundo. Me gustaba estar en desacuerdo con todo. La gente enamorada a menudo se ponía cortante, peligrosa. Perdían su sentido de la perspectiva. Perdían su sentido del humor. Se ponían nerviosos, psicóticos, aburridos. Incluso se convertían en asesinos.

We were in rich territory. I had forgotten that some people lived quite well while most others ate their own shit for breakfast.

They kept chirping and flipping and fingering their mental assholes.