Best 92 quotes in «discontent quotes» category

All writers are discontent. That's because they're aware of a potential and believe they're not reaching it.

Discontent is the catalyst for change.

Discontent and disorder were signs of energy and hope, not of despair.

Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.

Discontent with the status quo is a great catalyst for vision.

Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.

He that is discontented in one place will seldom be happy in another.

Extremism is not endemic in my region, nor is anti-Western sentiment. No doubt there is discontent and distrust. That is towards more the American and some Western policies, and not toward the American people.

Happiness puts on as many shapes as discontent, and there is nothing odder than the satisfaction of one's neighbor.

Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

literature is the record of our discontent.

I am a retiring, silent, unsociable, and discontent person.

I poured out the torrent of my long-standing discontent and I challenged them to do and dare anything.

Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.

There is no greater disaster than discontent.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Man's worst enemies are boredom and discontent.

The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.

Tragedy is chic but discontent is dowdy.

Today be happy with what you have - not discontent with what you don't have.

Until you get dissatisfied, you won't do anything to really move your life to another level. Dissatisfaction is a gem. If you're totally satisfied, you're going to get comfortable. And then your life begins to deteriorate.

There are many ways of showing your protest and discontent without the actions of Kremlin.

We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

What I would say to the establishment is that there is far more discontent among the American people than they believe.

What is more miserable than discontent?

What works for me is that I read widely and stay focused on my writing. I'm no longer concerned about what happens in the literary marketplace. It is distracting and can lead to discontent.

And sigh that one thing has been lent To youth and age in common_discontent

And what we will all be seeking when we decamp, and for the rest of our lives, will be large, stable communities of like-minded people, which is to say relatives. They no longer exist. The lack of them is not only the main cause, but probably the only cause of our shapeless discontent in the midst of such prosperity. We thought we could do without tribes and clans. Well, we can't.

An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day.

Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired. Our sympathy is just as base. We come to them who weep foolishly, and sit down and cry for company, instead of imparting to them truth and health in rough electric shocks, putting them once more in communication with their own reason. The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide: him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire.

Author sees the "congested idealism" of the generally discontent as reservoir that will support centralized power even while disagreeing with many specific provisions.

Back at home, days later, feel cranky and tired. Sit on the couch and tell him he's stupid. That you bet he doesn't know who Coriolanus is. That since you moved in you've noticed he rarely reads. He will give you a hurt, hungry-to-learn look, with his James Cagney eyes. He will try to kiss you. Turn your head. Feel suffocated. (from "How")

We dishonor God if we proclaim a Savior who satisfies and then go around discontent

...before there can be change there must be discontent.

Being happy is harder than being discontent. For happiness we have to roll up our sleeves and knock down houses of cards. Because of this exertion, many prefer to abide by ‘fake’ happiness.( " Happiness blowing in the wind. " )

But now he knew: you always sacrificed something. The question was what you sacrificed.

But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

Discontent comes from two sources alone: Not having dreams, or not pursuing the ones you have. No one has ever died sorry who tried to turn a wish into a memory.

As his (C. S. Lewis's) good friend Owen Barfield once remarked, Lewis radiated a sense that the spiritual world is home, that we are always coming back to a place we have never yet reached.

Discontent has a creative force in it.

Dissatisfaction is a bottomless pit. Climb out while you can still see a ray of sunlight.

I'd begun to grow weary of my constant daydreaming because, as I retreated more often into fantasy, it had become a reminder of my growing discontent with real life. And my thoughts, after very little sleep, seemed to float even further into the realm of the superfluous.

His discontent stemmed from dislike rather than appreciation for the hardness growing in him, and the fear that in another ten years he would not recognise himself. The fear that in another twenty, he would not even remember that any doubt had disturbed him. And that in some distant future, age and death would find him—the first person in history to utter on his deathbed: I wish I’d spent more time at the office.

His targets had little in common, other than that they had somehow aroused his enmity.

He was not poor - he could afford ten candles & two baths a week. He wasn't going to throw himself in the Thames for the misery of it all and God knew most of London was worse off. All the same, he had a feeling life should not have been about ten candles and two baths a week.

If we make one criterion for defining the artist the impulse to make something new, or to do something in a new way - a kind of divine discontent with all that has gone before, however good - then we can find such artists at every level of human culture, even when performing acts of great simplicity.

In short, the man displayed a constant and insurmountable impulse to wrap himself in a covering, to make himself, so to speak, a case which would isolate him and protect him from external influences. Reality irritated him, frightened him, kept him in continual agitation, and, perhaps to justify his timidity, his aversion for the actual, he always praised the past and what had never existed; and even the classical languages which he taught were in reality for him goloshes and umbrellas in which he sheltered himself from real life.

I have often said the soul cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in a room. (Page 32)