Cynicism Quotes - Page 2

…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...

It all depends on what people you're talking about helping. That's the wonderful think about just about every religion on the planet - they're all so incredibly selfish.

Nobody is driven by abstractions like 'seeking truth.

It seems all spirits need theatrics, eh? Even Christ himself requires incense and holy water. We're a skeptical people. We need convincing.

To disbelieve is easy; to scoff is simple; to have faith is harder.

Sometimes I think books are the only friends worth having.

In Paris, where raillery is so quick to throw emotion out the window, silence, in a roomful of clever people after a story, is the most flattering of all marks of success

Life is serious but art is fun!

I'm not into this whole "move with the times" thing. I reckon we should just decide on a year and stick with it.

I don't "lol". I tried it once but it just didn't agree with me.

We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said.
"I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus."
"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.

I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are good people and bad people. You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.

If you behaved nicely, the communists wouldn't exist.

A politician is a politician whether he's wearing a suit or a funny hat.

Morality, Sir, is the monologue of the unexcited and the unexcitable, the revenge of the unsuccessful, the punishment of those who tried and failed, or who never had the courage to try at all.

That's the problem with this never-ending centipede of lemmings, Beck. You know they're all pussies, each and every one of 'em. They buy these books to get scared because their lives are too easy. How pathetic is that?

She (historian Barbara Tuchman) draws on skepticism, not cynicism, leaving the reader not so much outraged by human ability as amused and saddened by human folly.

It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.

In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

Loving humanity means as much, and as little, as loving raindrops, or loving the Milky Way. You say that you love humanity? Are you sure you aren’t treating yourself to easy self-congratulation, seeking approval, making certain you’re on the right side?