Quotes About Cynicism

Most people desperately desire to believe that they are part of a great mystery, that Creation is a work of grace and glory, not merely the result of random forces colliding. Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard's thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man upon a loaf of bread.

Most people desperately desire to believe that they are a part of a great mystery, that Creation is a work of grace and glory, not merely the result of random forces colliding. Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard's thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man upon a loaf of bread.

Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard's thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man upon a loaf of bread.

The mean things of this world had only one lesson-we are meaner than you'd ever imagine.

Bob, who had never been late in his life, suspected there was something hostile at the core of people who always were.

instead of allowing the enormity of the world's sufferings to make me unhappy, I have allowed it to increase the depth of my gratitude for the blessed life that I have been allowed to lead. You can look at the amount of suffering in the world and become bitter (this world stinks), cynical (nothing matters, it's all just a roulette game), or hedonistic (with all this suffering, I'll rack up all the fun I can) – or you can be grateful for your blessings.

Despair can come from deep grief, but it can also be a defense against the risks of bitter disappointment and shattering heartbreak. Resignation and cynicism are easier, more self-soothing postures that do not require raw vulnerability and tragic risk of hope. To choose hope is to step firmly forward into the howling wind, baring one's chest to the elements, knowing that, in time, the storm will pass.

people so often seemed not only willing but eager to believe the worst—and the worse, the better.

Well, la-di-dah," I said sarcastically. "You've got wings, mate.

Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

You want positive, go elsewhere. Go find a different lie.

De hecho, no sé si realmente creía en sus teorías. Hoy me inclino a suponer que sí. Uno tiene que creer en algo para alcanzar tal grado de vileza

Alexander: Ingen jävel har en tanke i huvet. Oscar: Du måste vare rädd om mänskor, Alexander. Alexander: Idiotar. Nästsn allihop. Oscar: Så småningom kommer du att förstå - Alexander: Jag tror inte på det där snacket. "Så småningom kommer du att förstå." Vilket förbannat så småningom? Jag ser klart. Mänskor är löjliga och jag tyckar illa om dem.

Alexander: Ingen jävel har en tanke i huvet. Oscar: Du måste vare rädd om mänskor, Alexander. Alexander: Idiotar. Nästan allihop. Oscar: Så småningom kommer du att förstå - Alexander: Jag tror inte på det där snacket. "Så småningom kommer du att förstå." Vilket förbannat så småningom? Jag ser klart. Mänskor är löjliga och jag tyckar illa om dem.

Well, I'm not that much into ideals. I can't see the point of it.

There is utopia and utopia. The kind imposed by an elite in the name of a historical imperative—that utopia is hell. It must lead to terror and then, terror exhausted, to cynicism and torpor. But surely there is another utopia. It cannot be willed either into existence or out of sight, it speaks for our sense of what may yet be.

Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.

Life is rubbish," he muttered. "The world's a bordello. People are swindlers…

Supposing it did come, some great trial, might it not cleanse us of our materialism, our cynicism, our lax lazy hypocrisies, make us gird our sinews and find simplicity again?

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned.

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.

Who cares, anymore? Nobody believes anything politicians say. It's not like they're working for us, all they do after they get into office is run for reelection. Money, money, money, that's all it's about.

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