Quotes About Disappointment

What smells good in the store may stink in the stewpot.

Designed by architects with honorable intentions but hands of palsy.

When we honor His laws of love, we live our married lives in peace and safety. When we don't, disappointment and failure are sure to result.

she counted it as a blessing that she was familiar making peace with disappointment.

It was not enough now, but when she stepped back into the bedroom and saw that Morgan had not returned to say good night, she counted it as a blessing that she was familiar making peace with disappointment.

Finally, Jane found disappointment. It was there, deep and abiding, squeezing her heart more than just a little. Discovery, she knew, was better when it was shared.

She had this chant, "All will be well, all will be well." I started to believe them, but the whole thing was a scam. It was just some stupid thing to say to make me believe life isn't unfair. And just when I thought life was perfect, it became unbearable again.

When I re-read, I know what I'm getting. It's like revisiting an old friend. An unread book holds wonderful unknown promise, but also threatens disappointment. A re-read is a known quantity.

What allows genius to flower is not neurosis but its opposite... ordinary Sunday-school virtues such as tenacity and above all the ability to survive disappointment.

I had expected the well to be full for some reason. Not that it had ever been before. I kept looking for signs of water in the dark insides. I heard my bucket clank as it hit Against the walls that held nothing. I look at the bucket that came up empty And made a decision that changed my life. I will keep my bucket and find another well.

You know what it's like to move from being happy to being not? It's like swinging as high as you can and someone stops you as you come back down.

There are two tragedies in life. One is never getting your heart's desire. The other is getting it.

To be alive was to be disappointed. You tried and failed and kept on trying, never knowing whether you'd ever get what you wanted. But sometimes we get what we need.

Why didn't I feel that I belonged to my parents? How early could I have known that I was not right? I think it has always been part of me. Can a newborn sense her parents' disappointment and feelings of frustration at not being able to change the unchangeable?

I don't expect to have a fully verified story of how Jo's disorder developed, but I don't think that historical accuracy is as important as what I call "emotional truth." People attach different levels of significance to the same events. No two participants in any event remember it in exactly the same way. A single broken promise, for example, among thousands of promises kept, might not be remembered by a parent, but may never be forgotten by the child who was disappointed. (34)

Why didn't I feel that I belonged to my parents? How could I have known that I was not right? I think it has always been part of me. Can a newborn sense her parents' disappointment and feelings of frustration at not being able to change the unchangeable?

He had been too busy with the autumn pruning the last few days to stop as he often did to admire the close growing hydrangea bushes, their dark glossy leaves crowned with clusters of deep blue flowers. Now to his annoyance he saw that one of the tallest and most handsome plants, in the back row, a few feet out from the wall directly below the tower, had been badly crushed and broken, the beautiful blue heads limp on their stalks.

Somehow, some way, every person in the arts has to find an accommodation with disappointment and embarrassment. They are the pollen in the air we breathe.

we really have to go back inside? It's not our fault that we're here. I wanted for us to turn around and go home. Really I did. I knew something was wrong." Boy

The following morning she realised they hated her. That hurt her feelings; she always preferred her hatred to be unreciprocated.

He may be hot as hell, but so far as I'm concerned, the man is pond scum.

I never promised you a rose garden.  I never promised you perfect justice…and I never promised you peace or happiness... I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie…

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

What a desperate, pathetic fool I was. Time after time, my "friends" had shown me their true colors. Yet, I still wanted to believe they were sorry for causing me pain. p. 128