Winter Of Our Discontent Quotes & Sayings

His wife isn't attractive in any official way, but she is beautiful. It's awesome when she shows up at the store - her face beams, his face beams, and I'm sure my face beams just from watching the two of them. — Tim Tharp

I love travelling and going on wildlife safaris. I have an interest in astronomy. I like reading on current affairs, business and science. I love doing nothing if I can help it. — Viswanathan Anand

For everyone says something repeatedly and is misunderstood, this is the only point where everybody understands everybody else, he said, I thought. One — Thomas Bernhard

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. — Henry David Thoreau

Once the fervor has passed, weakness and infidelity appear. We discover our inability to add even a single inch to our spiritual stature. There begins a long winter of discontent that eventually flowers into gloom, pessimism, and a subtle despair - subtle because it goes unrecognized, unnoticed, and therefore unchallenged. It takes the form of boredom, drudgery. — Brennan Manning

We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting. — Stephen King

Now is the winter of our discontent. — William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York. — William Shakespeare

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company. — John Green

Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent. — Ethan Hawke

I'm not one of those writers I learned about who get up in the morning, put a piece of paper in their typewriter machine and start writing. That I've never understood. — Wole Soyinka

What is easy is seldom excellent. — Samuel Johnson

I do love her, and that's odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else. — John Steinbeck

too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told you I was perfection?'-exerpt from Valide — Barbara Chase-Riboud

There are not many males, black or white, who wish to get involved with a woman who's committed to her own development. — Eleanor Holmes Norton

Real poverty is when hunger pangs force from my mind all thoughts but those of food. Real poverty is when the children are not dressed warmly enough for winter. Real poverty is when the housing we can afford is not adequate to the needs of our families. On the other hand, real poverty is - equally - when I have eaten so much that I am uncomfortable, and again, my thoughts center on food. Or when I have so many clothes that I have to spend a lot of mental energy making choices among them or finding ways to store them. Or when, regardless of my living conditions, I am discontent and brooding about how to have more. Real poverty is when material things are uppermost and pressing - whether because we have too few or too many of them. It is poverty, because the human mind and spirit are made for higher things, worthier pursuits. — Maxine Hancock

It is not the high summer alone that is God's. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man's winters are His - the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness - even 'the winter of our discontent. — George MacDonald

After three days of shooting with Donald [ Sutherland], I was the only one he worked with for the first three days of the movie [The Winter Of Our Discontent] because of the crazy schedule. We [shot] a lot of this stuff, some of it incredibly intense and emotional. We had never had a conversation during that whole time. We didn't have time. — Richard Masur

Strength and success - they are above morality, above criticism. It seems, then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it. Is there a check in men, deep in them, that stops or punishes? There doesn't seem to be. The only punishment is for failure. In effect no crime is committed unless a criminal is caught. — John Steinbeck