Quotes About Discontent

She had no idea what rung she occupied now, being not quite a servant yet not the same as well-bred people. But she didn't think she would like to be in society.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.

I am going where turtles win I am going where conmen puke and die Down the sad esplanades of the official world.

the treachery of the Inhumane society was controlled by one man. As a brilliant scientist, he could have saved the town, but instead he fed on the loneliness and discontent of the fading town, and pushed people in the direction hw thought was right.

Rich young troublemakers. The western world is full of such people.

I'm dissatisfied with every record the Beatles ever f***ing made. There ain't one of them I wouldn't remake.

We're just going to play rock and roll and not do anything else; we're going to stay in our rooms, and the world is a nasty, horrible place because it didn't give us everything we cried for. Right?

Ninguém está contente com a sua sorte, nem descontente do seu espírito.

Let me once get from this country and give me a dungeon or a hovel in any other").

You mere device, he gnarled. You platitude! Your Gollux ex machina!

Well, I'm disenchanted, too. We're all disenchanted.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.

I was uncomfortable enough. I was very uncomfortable, I may say unhappy.

It raises my spleen more than anything.

for I look upon the Frasers to be about as unhappy as most other married people.

No podía encontrar satisfacción duradera en la compañía de una persona que a la ignorancia unía la insinceridad.

but her Letters were always unsatisfactory, and though she did not openly avow her feelings, yet every line proved her to be Unhappy.

The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it; - Elizabeth Bennet (Volume 2, chapter 1)

How ill I have written. I begin to hate myself.

The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it.

Sono poche le persone che amo veramente e ancora meno quelle di cui penso bene. Più conosco il mondo, più ne sono scontenta; ogni giorno conferma la mia opinione sull'incoerenza degli essere umani e sull'impossibilità di fare affidamento su ciò che sembra meritevole o sensato. ...

Bennet would have been very miserable;

When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous.

All I could see was that the one year I was really primed for holiday cheer, no one else was cooperating.