#discontent

Discontent is the first necessity of progress. ↗

— Thomas A. Edison

#first #necessity #progress

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long. ↗

— Marlene Dietrich

#completely #discontented #him #life #long

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past. ↗

— Mason Cooley

#believe #discontented #past #regrets #their

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused. ↗

— Rachel Field

#been #confused #discontent #easily #had

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

— Garry Kasparov

#discontent #kremlin #many #protest #showing

When I go to farms or little towns, I am always surprised at the discontent I find. And New York, too often, has looked across the sea toward Europe. And all of us who turn our eyes away from what we have are missing life. ↗

— Norman Rockwell

#always #am #away #discontent #europe

And since he was seeing more and more people who were unhappy for no apparent reason, he was becoming more and more tired, and even a little happy himself. He began to wonder whether he was in the right profession, whether he was happy with his life, whether he wasn't missing out on something. And then he felt very afraid because he wondered whether these unhappy people were contagious. ↗

— François Lelord

#unhappiness #life

Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#money #the-winter-of-our-discontent #change

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy? ↗

— Laura Story

#heaven #pain #life