Quotes About Cynicism

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

If I bet on Humanity I'd never cash a ticket.

their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

She was beginning to understand. Winners didn't shoot off their mouths. They were afraid of getting murdered in the parking lot. After the fourth race, a $22.80 winner, he turned again and told Katherine, "I had that one, ten across." She turned away. "His face is yellow, Hank. Did you see his eyes? He's sick." "He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on; and it will happen to others, and our few good times will be rare because we have a critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

L'umanità mi sta sul cazzo da sempre - ecco il mio motto.

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So that's what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That's what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself.

do you drink because you are afraid of life? the interviewer asked. disgusted with life is more like it, said the writer, and with you.

I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish.

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

No entendía la televisión. Me resultaba estúpido pagar para ir a ver una película o al teatro y sentarme junto a otra gente para compartir sus emociones. Las fiestas me ponían enfermo. Odiaba la comedieta, el juego sucio, el flirteo, los borrachos aficionados, los coñazos.

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

The poem's not fragile. You can beat on it. It's got good traction. Paraphrased, its four stanzas go like this: 1. You're fucked. 2. We're all fucked. 3. Why? 4. Let's eat lunch.

WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES. In our youth, if we survive them, they're called learning experiences or teachable moments or some-such. And that which does not maim or kill us usually makes us stronger, albeit sometimes also sadder and more cynical.

The IT worker has to know in their bones that if they make a mistake, things can go horribly wrong. Tension and cynicism are constant companions, along with camaraderie and competitiveness. It's a lot like being a spy, or necromancer. You don't get out much, and when you do it's usually at night.

Mitt Romney subscribes to the cynical logic that says the American dream belongs to some of us but not all of us.

Personally, I don't like inherently happy people. I don't trust them. I think there's something seriously wrong with anyone who isn't at least a little let down by the world.

You know people like this, right? People who are incapable of enjoying anything.

I've never met—have you?—a truly sophisticated man. World-weary and discreet—of course. But never sophisticated.

And did I lose my faith in raffles about the same time and for approximately the same reasons that I quit believing that virgins can have babies; or that if I slay only those people the government encourages me to slay, I'll be allowed to spend all of eternity in some vaguely located puffyland sipping milk and honey with a huzzahing throng of cheery nonthinkers?

his mild cynicism morphed into depression.

The democratic failure transcends national boundaries. The embarrassing fiasco of the Copenhagen climate conference of December 2009 is already translating into cynicism and despair among young people: