Quotes About Disappointment

I want to be World Heavyweight Champion, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.

You see a script, and you say, 'Oh, I can play the heck out of that,' talk to your agent, and he says they don't want to see you. That's heartbreaking.

You should never meet your heroes.

If you meet your heroes, you're always going to be disappointed. Frederick Douglass was a great man, but would I want my daughter to marry him? Probably not. That doesn't mean that I don't think he's a great man.

I don't have high expectations anymore. Maybe they've just been beaten out of me.

The expectations are high, so we know: If we do not meet them, there is criticism. We have high expectations ourselves. We are not happy with fourth, third, or second, either.

Every morning, I have high expectations, and then I confront the reality of what happens at 4 o'clock.

My second year was particularly difficult because I had high expectations.

I went to an all-boys high school, and I didn't realize I was going to a Catholic all-boys school until right before I got there. I was so bummed that it was all boys.

This just in: Beverly Hills 90210, Cleveland Browns 3.

Mankind had disappointed him, but here was a dog!

be.—I had been refused a few months before

it's not the droid we're expecting, is it?

Only old Benjamin professed to remember every detail of his long life and to know that things never had been, nor ever could be much better or much worse--hunger, hardship, and disappointment being, so he said, the unalterable law of life.

Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something you had a right to.

He had written it down at last, but it made no difference. The therapy had not worked.

Gordon wished he would come in. Sell him a copy of Women in Love. How it would disappoint him! But no! The Welsh solicitor had funked it. He tucked his umbrella under his arm and moved off with righteously turned backside. But doubtless tonight, when darkness hid his blushes, he'd slink into one of the rubber–shops and buy High Jinks in a Parisian Convent, by Sadie Blackeyes. Gordon turned away from the door and back to the book–shelves.

Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

Having wasted ten days searching for camels I could not find, I was glad to bargain with him.

That's it for me. I'm fucked. As per usual. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Although come to think of it I was never even the freaking bridesmaid. Look, show your cock. It's the shortest line between two points. The world ain't giving away nice lives. You got a trust fund? You a genius? Show your cock. It's what you got.

Strange, isn't it? To have dedicated one's life to a certain venture, neglecting other aspects of one's life, only to have that venture, in the end, amount to nothing at all, the products of one's labors utterly forgotten?

Kissing him last night at the pep rally had been like kissing an underpass.

He sent the trained dog that is his talent off in search of a fat glorious pheasant, and it brought back the lower half of a Barbie doll.