There's a lot to be said for misanthropy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.
Misanthropy is born, I think, out of an almost oppressive sense of loneliness, a conviction that there's no one on earth who understands you. I don't think misanthropes hate people: They hate that people hate them.
I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed. Disappointed in the things that people do; disappointed in the things that people construct. I want things to be better all the time.
My brother asked me once, 'Are you a misanthrope?' And I said, 'No, I just find people irritating.'
Real misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world; since it is experience of life, and not philosophy, which produces real hatred of mankind.
I find myself bitter, defensive, and more misanthropic than I care to admit.
I freely admit that I am a bit of a misfit.
Similarly, only people as misanthropic as myself can be counted on not to have to lie to others, since we have the unique luxury of not caring what sort of opinions others formulate about us.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
There are very few misanthropes, thank goodness!