We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
I am convinced we do not only love ourselves in others but hate ourselves in others too.
He that is discontented in one place will seldom be happy in another.
Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.
All our discontents about what we want appeared to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.
We cannot despair of humanity, since we ourselves are human beings.
We have never considered our brand superior or inferior to any other one, and we have never spoken about our work in comparison to anyone else's. We are ourselves; we have never had the presumption to please everyone, but we believe in the utmost liberty to express oneself.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.
Persuade thyself that imperfection and inconvenience are the natural lot of mortals, and there will be no room for discontent, neither for despair.