Jack Paar Quotes

I've worked in television long enough to know that when you stop enjoying that type of thing you go home and do something else.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

My dreams have become puny with the reality my life has become.

It's always discouraging when you don't have things go your way. They are frustrated just like the rest of us.

Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.

I wanted to quit Nichia. I didn't care about anything. It was OK for them to fire me. I was not afraid of anything.

There was a moment there when it was getting really bad and everyone was being let go. I was, like, 'Can I get fired, please? Can I move on with my life?

After you get what you want you don't want it.

My job is discouraging in the extreme—it often tempts me to quit the helm in despair.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

I have just gotten to the point where I have been very, very disgusted with the fact that nothing is going on down there.

By the time I'm done with a project, it's taken so long that I usually don't even like it anymore. I only see the things I wish I'd done differently.

My career, it's been a mess.

I usually hate most of my work: probably at least more than half of it.

That's not always a nice feeling when you've given everything, and it's not enough - it's an empty feeling.

We came to the end, we found nothing. Nothing!!! And we cursed because we were hoping for so much less.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

I spent my time very nicely in many ways, but not fully satisfactory. Then I became Professor in France, but realized that I was not - for the job that I should spend my life in.

Goals incapable of attainment have driven many a man to despair, but despair is easier to get to than that -- one need merely look out of the window, for example.

All desiring is desiring for the futile. It leads only into frustration.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

I thought, that day I started, I sure would hate to do this all my life, And dammit, that’s just what I’ve gone and done.

The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head?