Quotes About Disappointment

Time and time again, they all say the same thing. The worst punishment is losing your respect and disappointing you and taking away their ability to communicate with their peers.

The lesson I learned is that the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. Arrival often brings nothing but a sense of desolation and disappointment.

He always had trouble opening his heart. Tonight it was stuck again. It was a wooden chest secured by locked iron bands. An army duffel, rusted zipper. Kitchen cupboards glued shut. Tabernacle. Desk. Closet. He had to wedge apart doors, lift covers. He was always disappointed to find a drab or menacing interior. To make a welcoming place of his heart was mentally slippery work. Sometimes cleaning was involved, rearrangements. He had to dust. He had to throw out old junk to make room.

Her voice was often heavy with dismissed hope.

Travel is very useful and it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our own journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It's a novel, simply a fictitious narrative.

Frankly, just between you and me, I'm ending up even worse than I started...

Travel is useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It's a novel, just a fictitious narrative. Littre says so and he's never wrong. And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just have to close your eyes. It's on the other side of life.

I don't despise myself at all. I think I'm very honest, very brave, very sacrificing, I gave a lot to a lot of people. And all they gave me back is rotten tricks. That's all I see.

What do you most wish for?' said Laurie. 'A pair of boot-lacings,' returned Jo, guessing and defeating his purpose. 'Not a true answer; you must say what you really do want most.' 'Genius; don't you wish you could give it to me, Laurie?' and she shyly smiled in his disappointed face.

Had Jane felt that way this whole time? Back when it had all happened, Sylvie remembered feeling really angry at her: Sylvie had chosen Brown partly so she could be at college with her sister. Then Jane had gotten pregnant and ruined everything.

Long ago, before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like ... When I saw a real diamond in a lady's ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a diamond.

It is mortifying to refuse a man and then discover that his main feeling is bewilderment

And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always

Tears of disappointment would come in spite of myself, as I crept away to hide poor, crumpled manuscript in the depths of my trunk. Deep down under all the discouragement and rebuff, I knew I would arrive there someday.

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muerta<<

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muertas.

When I came home I expected a surprise and there was no surprise for me, so of course, I was surprised.

E eu devia ser louco de verdade, se esperava que uma boneca como aquela enlouquecesse juntamente comigo, assim por nada.

Plus if there were really mermaids, I hoped they didn't look like Ariel.

Austin's 'entire disappointment' in the marriage, and his entrapment, as a fly caught in a spider's web.

No valentines from the cats again.

How the devil did he get himself caught? By being no brighter than you, Suzette snapped before her father could answer. God, you are a fishwife, Jeremy said with disgust and then muttered to himself, It figures Dicky would marry sweet little mousy Christiana himself and stick me with the sister who was a harpy.

Decker lifted his eyes skyward, expecting something to happen. He didn't know what, perhaps for the stars overhead to explode into shimmery fireworks, or for the sky to crack open and pour down rain and thunder to mark the moment. But nothing happened. The most important moment of his life arrived not with a bang as he'd always expected, but with the quiet rustle of wind through the trees and a serene breeze brushing his cheeks.