Misanthrope Quotes
Misanthrope Quote of the day
You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.
Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.
I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope
A hermitage in the forest is the refuge of the narrow-minded misanthrope; a hammock on the ocean is the asylum for the generous distressed.
If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope.
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.
If we define a misanthrope as 'someone who does not suffer fools and likes to see fools suffer,' we have described a person with something to look forward to.
I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.
A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.
...love rather than fear...this radical philosophy is coming from me, an avowed misanthrope...surely there is hope for us all.
The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.
I was an incredibly misanthrope. I couldn't relate to people my age, and I'm not sure why, as I wasn't particularly smart or interesting
If you're a misanthrope you stay at home. There are certain writers who really don't like other people. I'm not like that, I don't think.
My brother asked me once, 'Are you a misanthrope?' And I said, 'No, I just find people irritating.'
I don't have many friends. It's not because I'm a misanthrope. It's because I'm reserved. I'm self-contained. I get all my adventures in my head when I'm writing my books.
Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.
No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.
I alternate between feeling sympathetic toward humanity and being a misanthrope. When I'm sympathetic, it usually means I haven't been around people in awhile.
