Quotes About Disappointment

I swear this family's got shit for brains.

he had never imagined she would leave him for messing around with girls he would never have married and didn't love.

That night at Dumbarton was a classic of its kind. She had hopes still, I think, of enslaving me despite myself with her charms. And I probably thought the same. We both found we were mistaken. It had its moments; but she has the mind and morals of a jungle cat. She didn't enjoy meeting … another of the same.

The more modest your expectations, the less often you will court disappointment.

Julius rose to his feet. The towel dropped, showering cut brown hair over Monna Alessandra's elegant tiles. His hair, finely tailored, clung to a thick-boned face with slanting eyes and a blunt profile which would have looked well on a coin. Tobie, who had almost no hair, gazed at him sadly.

The world is full,' said Jerott wearily, 'of people who might have wanted to meet Francis Crawford, and who are going to be disappointed.

So, although it was more than she ever dared hope for, it was not the same; and never would be.

He had not moved. But, her blue eyes on his face, she did not rise. 'Lord, is there nothing in the cup for me? While you were drinking, I was singing to you.' The detachment had gone from his face, but not the strength. He shook his head; and rising, Marthe turned and walked from the room.

You did not expect human values from a machine. You did not grow angry with a machine, or be disappointed or feel betrayed by it. You treated it with detachment and curiosity, as you would any soul-deprived object, and if it kicked you in the teeth, you side-stepped and kicked it back, harder.

What had you expected? A viper, or a devil, or a ravening idiot; Milo with the ox on his shoulders, Angra-Mainyo prepared to do battle with Zoroaster, or the Golden Ass? Or didn't you know the family colouring? Richard hasn't got it. Poor Richard is merely Brown and fit to break bread with …

He has merely broken, as always, every promise he ever made, before man or God.

But -- my dear, my heart is BROKEN! I have seen the perfect Peter Wimsey. Height, voice, charm, smile, manner, outline of features, everything -- and he is -- THE CHAPLAIN OF BALLIOL!! What is the use of anything? ... I am absolutely shattered by this Balliol business. Such waste -- why couldn't he have been an actor?

Well, well. What can't be cured must be endured. This is our last hope gone. We shall be reduced to ringing minors.

Then making the noise usually written "Tut-tut," he

Miss Findlater spoke with the air of a disillusioned rake, who has sucked life's orange and found it dead sea fruit.

It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.

Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them

Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.

The House Beautiful is, for me, the play lousy.

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. I don't amount to the powder to blow me to hell. I've turned out to be nothing but a bit of flotsam.

A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.

I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.