Andrew Marvell Quotes

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.

I have a big cynical side to me.

My records are basically a litany of complaints against the world, and I'm quite like that in real life as well.

Pessimists are the people who have no hope for themselves or for others. Pessimists are also people who think the human race is beneath their notice, that they're better than other human beings.

People is, I think, it's their nature - some people's nature, in a way, to be angry or jealous or just spiteful about somebody else's blessings.

I don't think the world is a particularly pleasant place.

Bitterness is so ugly.

I find myself bitter, defensive, and more misanthropic than I care to admit.

Everyone is a little bitter. We're born bitter. The personality itself is really just a very complex defense mechanism. A reaction to the first time someone said, "No you can't.

I was giving up--being realistic, as people liked to say, meaning the same thing. Being realistic made me feel bitter.

There's a part of me that still hates everything, and my natural view default setting is still very cynical and dark

I have little belief in human progress. The human race is incurably idiotic. It will never be happy.

How happy are the pessimists! What joy is theirs when they have proved there is no joy.

If the world weren't such a beautiful place, we might all turn into cynics

People, generally, suck.

Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.

I have a congenital desire to contradict; my whole life is merely a chain of sad and unsuccessful contradictions to heart and mind. When faced with enthusiasm, I am seized by a midwinter freeze, and I suppose that frequent dealings with sluggish phlegmatics would have made a passionate dreamer.

I've always been a bit of a pessimist in regard to mankind.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

The very large, very respectable, and very knowing class of misanthropes who rejoice in the name of grumblers,--persons who are so sure that the world is going to ruin, that they resent every attempt to comfort them as an insult to their sagacity, and accordingly seek their chief consolation in being inconsolable, their chief pleasure in being displeased.

My mom's response after seeing a sign that read 'Love God, People and Life': 'Well a lot of people don't like people.'

I'm a recovering optimist.

The world would get along very well without literature. It would get along even better without man.

Unfortunately complaining is one thing Eeyores are not afraid to do. They grudgingly carry their thimbles to the Fountain of Life, then mumble and grumble that they weren't given enough.

If you believe in love, you're setting yourself up to be disappointed.