#disillusionment

All knowledge hurts. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#disillusionment #experience #knowledge #wisdom #experience

When you once see something as false which you have accepted as true, as natural, as human, then you can never go back to it. ↗

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

#nature

Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. ↗

— Joan Didion

#innocence #self-acceptance #respect

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#growing-up #narrow-mindedness #open-mindedness #wonder #kids

It should not be possible for Christians to be disillusioned. We should have no illusions in the first place. Our faith is in Jesus Christ alone. ↗

— Gene Edward Veith Jr.

#disillusionment #faith

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion. ↗

— Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

#disillusionment #having #illusion #moment #moments

She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave. Or so she'd thought. ↗

— Connie Brockway

#hope #life #life-lessons #love #strength

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#falsehood #fury #pain #love

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

#born #despair #disillusionment #novel #poem

If my twelve-year-old self, of whom I had grown rather fond, thinking about him, were to reproach me: 'Why have you grown up such a dull dog, when I gave you such a good start? Why have you spent your time in dusty libraries, catologuing other people's books instead of writing your own? What had become of the Ram, the Bull and the Lion, the example I gave you to emulate? Where above all is the Virgin, with her shining face and curling tresses, whom I entrusted to you'- what should I say? I should have an answer ready. 'Well, it was you who let me down, and I will tell you how. You flew too near to the sun, and you were scorched. This cindery creature is what you made me.' To which he might reply: 'But you have had half a century to get over it! Half a century, half the twentieth century, that glorious epoch, that golden age that I bequeathed to you!' 'Has the twentieth century,' I should ask, 'done so much better than I have? When you leave this room, which I admit is dull and cheerless, and take the last bus to your home in the past, if you haven't missed it - ask yourself whether you found everything so radiant as you imagined it. Ask yourself whether it has fulfilled your hopes. You were vanquished, Colston, you were vanquished, and so was your century, your precious century that you hoped so much of. ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#past #present #age