Quotes About Disappointment

The measure of her bitterness was the measure of her failure.

She never slept very well because old people never do; especially when they have brought six children and eight grandchildren into a world that is not as good to them as they thought it was going to be.

You stay loyal to what increasingly disappoints you. It happens all the time.

Isn't that odd?' she continued as they wandered back from the front towards the shops again, 'When you see people in the shops choosing their clothes and shoes and stuff, they take ages - as though each thing they choose will be amazing and perfect. And then, look at them. They mostly look simply terrible - or just ordinary They might just as well have chosen their clothes out of a bran tub.

do not like the people who read fifteen books by a man who has written three worth reading.' 'But if one enjoys reading, one must be resigned to many disappointments.' 'Disappointments – certainly. But if you read a book and are disappointed, it is because you intended to be pleased.

I do not like the people who read fifteen books by a man who has written three worth reading.' 'But if one enjoys reading, one must be resigned to many disappointments.' 'Disappointments – certainly. But if you read a book and are disappointed, it is because you intended to be pleased.

One wanted children; had them, and brought them up: and then, in spite of all the calculations of time and care, they defeated one by producing a result which seemed, to say the least, almost mathematically incorrect.

The celestial brightness of Pride and Prejudice is unequalled even in Jane Austen's other work; after a life of much disappointment and grief, in which some people would have seen nothing but tedium and emptiness, she stepped forth as an author, breathing gaiety and youth, robed in dazzling light.

I wasn't aware that not disappointing you was an option, so I'm afraid I haven't taken any steps to avoid it.

Single people eat sadly--they cobble together things left from shopping trips based on dreams of all the meals they'd fix for themselves, all the ways they'd treat themselves to something grand; those dreams, for me, died by the next day and, despite my best hopes, I wanted only canned hash and apples.

Like all good mothers, she always knew the worst was going to happen and was disappointed and relieved when it finally did.

That until now she was a Christmas tree that had been decorated by someone who hated Christmas.

You've got the wrong criteria." Huh?" You need to make more intellectual decisions, fewer emotional ones..." 'Decisions' came out a bit slurred. What the hell are you talking about?" You need to go for someone who won't let you down." How are you supposed to know if someone's going to let you down or not?

An accident?' Sian gave a caustic laugh. 'Great! Knowing I was merely one of life's kerbstones over which you happened to trip makes me feel a whole bunch better.

He's going to break my heart again. The writing isn't just on the wall. It's inked into my soul.

It is much more sensible to be an optimist instead of a pessimist, for if one is doomed to disappointment, why experience it in advance?

What was wrong with her? Why did things like this keep happening to her? Love wasn't supposed to hurt, yet it felt like all she knew when it came to love was pain. Every time she opened her heart, she just got burned. Or, in this case, frozen. And she was getting sick and tired of it.

I didn't want to see it. I didn't think he'd ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn't.

I lean over and touch the grass instead. I have not felt grass in years. Ray doesn't like me getting dirty. It doesn't feel like much of anything, and I am oddly disappointed, like when the soap operas are taken off so someone important in a tie can talk about things that don't matter because they will never reach me. Ray has me wrapped up tight from the world.

And I, who have the world in my pocket, can bring them nothing to comfort their disappointment or reward their optimism, but supplicate the fatted calf which they killed so often before and so in vain. Parents' imaginations build frameworks out of their own hopes and regrets into which children seldom grow, but instead, contrary as trees, lean sideways out of the architecture, blown by a fatal wind their parents never envisaged.

She understood that Simon was a disappointed man if he needed, at this age, to tell her he had pitied her for years.

Pam's determination was almost always stronger than her disappointments

William, who had really said remarkably little since the baby had been born, said to me that night, "You know, Lucy, I think I would feel better if she had been a boy." It was as though something dropped deep inside of me, and I did not say anything about it. But I have always remembered that.

Stupid — this assumption people have, that things should somehow be right.