Quotes About Discontent

May I never be complete May I never be content May I never be perfect

Still, the better she could draw, the worse her life got--until nothing in her real world was good enough. It got until she didn't belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. Not the boys in high school. Not the other girls. Nothing was real as her imagined world.

Sentía ganas de meterle una bala entre los ojos a cualquier panda que se negara a follar para salvar su especie. Quería abrir las válvulas de descarga rápida de todos los petroleros y cubrir de crudo todas esas magnificas playas que yo jamás conocería. Quería respirar humo.

Fuck me. I'm so tired of being me.

I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful

To escape, he'd married a woman who already counted her affections by the pfennig and dealt them out as a miser, as scant wages for those behaviors she wished to cultivate in husband and son. Even in the merriest circumstances, Felix's wife could surrender herself to an unhappy mood. These attributes he recognized, too late, she shared with his mother. Not impossible was the idea that he was acclimatized to finding comfort in such familiar discomfort.

Let me never be complete. May I never be content.

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand. No, everybody

O auto-aperfeiçoamento talvez não seja a solução (...) a solução talvez seja a autodestruição.

Self-improvement is masturbation. Now, self-destruction...

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is Hell.

It was supposed to say Great Artist on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say such a good teacher/daughter/friend instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is F*** YOU ALL.

Despite such professional accomplishments, however, many of them were clearly unhappy.

Sensing the strange, nagging frustration of a worker who knows his work is nonproductive.

Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he'd known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.

Resentment was the hinge of her personality.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

Leonard Woolf: If I didn't know you better I'd call this ingratitude. Virginia Woolf: I am ungrateful? You call ME ungrateful? My life has been stolen from me. I'm living in a town I have no wish to live in... I'm living a life I have no wish to live... How did this happen?

In the glass she wore an expression of tense melancholy, for she had come to the depressing conclusion, since the arrival of the Dalloways, that her face was not the face she wanted, and in all probability never would be.

Ma il verme dei viaggi era entrato nei loro cervelli, e non smetteva di roderli. Giovanni trovò, nelle vecchie abitudini di Catania, quell'odore sgradevole che dopo due o tre anni si trova in un abito di fatica. Le passeggiate per il corso, i discorsi con gli amici, mio Dio, di nuovo?

My Carmen, I said (I used to call her that sometimes) we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed. ... Because, really, I continued, there is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere, said Lolita.

I felt my life needed a shake-up.

The few times I said to myself anywhere: 'Now that's a nice spot for a permanent home,' I would immediately hear in my mind the thunder of an avalanche carrying away the hundreds of far places which I would destroy by the very act of settling in one particular nook of the earth.

how long did I think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together and never behaving like ordinary people