pessimism

A pessimist is someone who has forgotten the joy of beginning.

Once I started trying to give positive reviews, though, I began to understand how much happiness I took from the joyous ones in my life---and how much effort it must take for them to be consistently good=tempered and positive. It is easy to be heavy; hard to be light. We nonjoyous types suck energy and cheer from the joyous ones; we rely on them to buoy us with their good spirit and to cushion our agitation and anxiety. At the same time, because of a dark element in human nature, we're sometimes provoked to try to shake the enthusiastic, cheery folk out of their fog of illusion---to make them see that the play was stupid, the money was wasted, the meeting was pointless. Instead of shielding their joy, we blast it.

I am often guilty of expecting the worst so as to avoid disappointment and welcome surprise.

I am going to hold a pistol to the head of the Modern Man. But I shall not use it to kill him__nly to bring him to life.

Oh happy pessimists! What a joy it is to them to be able to prove again and again that there is no joy.

When you always stay positive, you least worry yourself over anything at all! You only take lessons from negative moments of life, and people who seek to change your positive nature to negative! Don__ ever allow your life to be negative just because of people, things and negative occurrences in life, not even for a brief moment! You are you! You are a positive person; stay positive and be happy!

As every good marxist already knows, the ideological shift toward a terminally optimistic humanism was vital to the rise of bourgeoisie, and the decline of aristocracy.

But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.

Life is like butter - when things cool down it can be reshaped

But pessimism and reality are usually mistaken for each other

There is no such thing as magic," she told me. "You can b e l i e v e all you want, but it's never going to do you any good. Nobody flies. We only fall

Disappointment focuses on __hat is not,_ and completely misses the far greater reality of __hat now is.

Why harrow oneself by looking on the worst side?... Because it is sometimes necessary.

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing it.Becoming: an agony without an ending.The older I grow, the less I enjoy performing my little Hamlet. The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. If History had a goal, how lamentable would be the fate of those of us who have accomplished nothing!On the frontiers of the self: __hat I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I_. Events - tumours of time.Man secretes disaster.The secret of my adaptation to life? - I__e changed despairs the way I__e changed shirts. Each day is a Rubicon in which I aspire to be drowned.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.

It__ not about optimism, pessimism or realism. It__ not about thinking nothing bad will ever happen to you. It__ about having the faith and courage that no matter what happens, you__l be okay.