Quotes About Cynicism

Just know that it is impossible to feel joy while you are feeling cynicism. It is like wearing tight shoes and trying to mambo.

I try to tell myself he's probably a teddy bear on the inside. But I'm pretty sure that's not true.

Soldiers fighting a daily battle under frightening conditions can feel their leaders are far removed from their reality. There's no magic cure for this challenge, and soothing words that aren't backed up by action encourage cynicism.

The cynicism that you have is not your real soul.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

I don't want to sound like the old guy, but cynicism is a potential danger. It colors our way of looking at the world.

I know how ridiculous this sounds because of the job I do but I don't believe in romanticism and make-believe.

He was the kind of boy to crush your heart into dust then snort it off the table in front of you.

I'd rather meander through a pit of vipers than love one more person, but since I'm on the subject of snakes, we all know one, or are one.

which people, in order to avoid inconsistent beliefs, rationalize that, say, the grapes they can't reach got to be sour).

The sun is a joke.

The real Revolution was so troubling and strange that once the struggle was over, a generation did its best to remove all traces of the truth. No one wanted to remember how after boldly declaring their independence they had so quickly lost their way; how patriotic zeal had lapsed into cynicism and self-interest; and how, just when all seemed lost, a traitor had saved them from themselves.

I'm too old to rage against the system. I just whine at it.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws.

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.

At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

humanity you sick motherfucker.

Charles Bukowski

we should have known. maybe we wanted cotton candy luck. maybe we believed. what trash. we believed like dogs believe.

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes." "What is your advice to older writers?" "If you're still alive, you don't need any advice." "What is the impulse that makes you create a poem?" "What makes you take a shit?" "What do you think of Reagan and unemployment?" "I don't think of Reagan or unemployment.

We live in an age when we are no longer surprised that people let us down the only surprise is that we are so constantly willing to allow ourselves to be deceived.

There are many things that bother me. I know that I have never passed a man on the street that I liked—most of them giving off a kind of ether of disgust and stumbling and clay-eating, snot-eating grievance. I don't like the human race at all. this is my confessional, father, pass the wine.