Quotes About Pessimism

I will be the first to admit that I am a pessimist by nature. It is, after all, the wisest way to be. We pessimists have everything to gain, whereas optimists have a fifty-fifty chance of being disappointed.

Pessimism? Or Robotics? i am able to sit through an extremely funny movie without making a noise or changing my facial expression i am incapable of laughing without trying to laugh i am never interested in anyone unless they first show interest in me i try not to think of myself as a person but a metal object, built suddenly by machines in complete darkness something impossible to hurt with a shovel

A cool thing is that stuff can always get worse and it usually does

This was, I realized, similar to Winifred's position. But we came at it from opposite directions—I from that of being more interested in reveling in the good in people and not wasting time with those who had none to offer, while she preferred slander and mockery. I'd never once heard her compliment anyone. When had a kind word ever escaped her hard lips? Misery was her trade and I wanted no part of it.

Clinically speaking, depression is a pessimistic sense of your own capabilities, and despondent lack of energy.

I'm not looking ahead joyfully to the rest of my life or the future of the human race. I've always written about man as an animal species among other animals, competing for limited resources. Our population is exploding. Our environment is dying. Science has debunked God.

On one hand, I am very pessimistic, but on the other hand, if I didn't believe that speaking up would do something, I wouldn't have spoken.

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.

I believe passionately in preemptive pessimism, especially before a book comes out. I expect the worst both from reviewers and sales, and then, with any luck, I may be proved wrong.

I absolutely don't believe in anything. Full stop. Including luck.

The worst cynicism a belief in luck.

I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

Under the influence of fear, which always leads men to take a pessimistic view of things, they magnified their enemies' resources, and minimized their own.

It is easy to find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that there were too many prehistoric toads in it.

Each administration that he'd served had started out with its own unique style, its own vision, energy, optimism, and idealism. But within a year, the entrenched bureaucracy reexerted its suffocating influence, and about a year after that, the new administration began getting pessimistic, isolated, and divided with internal conflicts and squabbles.

Cynicism is full of naive disappointments.

People are douche bags. Many people. Not all. But you know, most. Which is why we destroyed the world.

Comoquiera que fuese, su pesimismo natural, su difícil ajuste de cuentas con el pasado, se habían paliado en el diálogo con una memoria mineral, objetiva, obediente, irresponsable, transistorizada, tan humanamente inhumana que era capaz de aliviarle su habitual malestar existencial.

Do not expect too much of the end of the world. —StanisÅ'aw J. Lec, Aforyzmy. Fraszki, Kraków, Wydawnictwo Literackie, 1977, "MyÅ›li nieuczesane

When he came home that night he was in a very somber mood, having begun to see at last how those might be right who had laughed at him for his faith in America.

Cuando el sentimiento de melancolía bovina, de irremediable fatalismo se transforma en un lacerante sentido del horror, el absurdo opio del optimismo acude en ayuda de los hombres.

There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.