Quotes About Discontent

I'd begun to grow weary of my constant daydreaming because, as I retreated more often into fantasy, it had become a reminder of my growing discontent with real life. And my thoughts, after very little sleep, seemed to float even further into the realm of the superfluous.

Todos los Estados bien gobernados y todos los príncipes inteligentes han tenido cuidado de no reducir a la nobleza a la desesperación, ni al pueblo al descontento.

I'm sad, uneasy. I look with awe on my life and soul. Nothing satisfies me.

One commonly hears that carping critics complain about what is wrong, but do not present solutions. There is an accurate translation for that charge: 'They present solutions, but I don't like them.

Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

She did not want the pleasurable and comfortable mediocrity in which she now wallowed to be the sum of her life.

Every time I learn the truth about something, I'm disappointed

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn't see any way to change things. Only end them.

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

At some point, Wax mentioned how appalling it seemed that those brilliant minds who could invent miracle medicines and nuclear fission and dazzling computer special effects, they had such a complete lack of imagination when it came to spending their money: granite countertops and luxury cars. Talking about that stuff, Wax driving, the madder he got, you could watch the speedo creep up past eighty, ninety, a hundred.

Wherever we end up, I just won't go back to normal.

She could see it so clear. She could picture every room, inside every house. And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't love.

Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it.

Imag­ine how you'd feel if your whole life turned in­to a job you couldn't stand.

Jump to another weird sick disappointment just coming over the horizon.

After you've been to fight club, watching football on television is watching pornography when you could be having great sex.