#cynical

If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#affair #because #build #business #cliffs

The rich are not born sceptical or cynical. They are made that way by events, circumstances. ↗

— Paul Getty

#circumstances #cynical #events #made #rich

People were more interested in the phenomena than the art itself. This, combined with the growing interest in collecting art as an investment and the resultant boom in the art market, made it a difficult time for a young artist to remain sincere without becoming cynical. ↗

— Keith Haring

#artist #becoming #boom #collecting #combined

Yeah, it's pretty hard not to be completely cynical these days. ↗

— David Byrne

#cynical #days #hard #pretty #these

As human beings we're so cynical, so uncompassionate. ↗

— Alicia Silverstone

#cynical #human #human beings

I think I've finally proven something to people who were cynical about me. Because they were cruel. ↗

— Nancy Sinatra

#because #cruel #cynical #finally #i

Saying you have a political solution is like saying you can write a pop song that's going to stay at the top of the list forever. I don't have many illusions about this, but I'm not cynical about it. ↗

— Bruce Sterling

#cynical #forever #going #i #illusions

Our town was known for two things--no, three: salted fish, expertly dyed fabrics, and corruption. ↗

— Angela Elwell Hunt

#humor #satire #humor

Cuando haces una obra de caridad, on en mi caso de solidaridad, te sientes con derecho a ser como eres y tener lo que tienes. Ya pagaste tu impuesto, ¿ajá? ↗

— Xavier Velasco

#cynical #humor #humor

Home? What is home? Home is where a house is that you come back to when the rainy season is about to begin, to wait until the next dry season comes around. Home is where your woman is, that you come back to in the intervals between a greater love - the only real love - the lust for riches buried in the earth, that are your own if you can find them. Perhaps you do not call it home, even to yourself. Perhaps you call them 'my house,' 'my woman,' What if there was another 'my house,' 'my woman,' before this one? It makes no difference. This woman is enough for now. Perhaps the guns sounded too loud at Anzio or at Omaha Beach, at Guadalcanal or at Okinawa. Perhaps when they stilled again some kind of strength had been blasted from you that other men still have. And then again perhaps it was some kind of weakness that other men still have. What is strength, what is weakness, what is loyalty, what is perfidy? The guns taught only one thing, but they taught it well: of what consequence is life? Of what consequence is a man? And, therefore, of what consequence if he tramples love in one place and goes to find it in the next? The little moment that he has, let him be at peace, far from the guns and all that remind him of them. So the man who once was Bill Taylor has come back to his house, in the dusk, in the mountains, in Anahuac. ("The Moon Of Montezuma") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#cynical #cynicism #home #loyalty #noir