Quotes About Disappointment

Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.

It took years, honestly, to deal with the disappointment of Beijing.

Immediately after 'Idol,' I was getting pulling in so many different directions... I was just an 18-year-old thinking he's on top of the world, that kind of thing, and I just kind of fell flat.

The jingles saved my life. When I got hired to do that, I was on top. I finally was making a living doing what I loved. Before that, it was so bleak; it got so dark in L.A. I was 25, been living there for seven years trying to make it, and getting really close to getting signed with different bands and as a solo artist only to have my hopes dashed.

I don't know whether it was my fault or someone else's fault, but I was extremely disappointed that my first film was a total washout.

One of the best things that ever happened to me was Rocky Horror being a total flop in New York as a play. I mean, it was a disaster, and it was the night of the long knives as far as the critics were concerned.

There are only really a few stories to tell in the end, and betrayal and the failure of love is one of those good stories to tell.

Betrayed by men he trusted, Tesla found himself unemployed and in desperate need of work to survive.

Das ist das Problem mit Wünschen, Herr Schwartz. Nur die falschen gehen sofort in Erfüllung.

Whole world was nothing but a big rattrap. It set baits for people by offering riches and joys, shelter and food, heat and clothing exactly as the rattrap offered cheese and pork. As soon as anyone let himself be tempted to touch the bait, the rattrap closed in on him, and then everything came to an end.

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

mi impresión fue negativa (iba de «estrategias» a «recursos» y a «consejos», un degradé bastante desconsolador).

Instead of giving birth to dreams and accomplishment, Level 2 self-talk creates guilt, disappointment, and an acceptance of our own self-imagined inadequacies.

We are rational creatures, Professor Jove explained; hope is irrational. We thus set ourselves up for one dispiriting fall after the next. Anger and depression are not diseases or dysfunctions or anomalies; they are perfectly rational responses to the myriad avoidable disappointments that begin in a thoroughly irrational hope.

Stop expecting more from us than we can possibly provide, and you'll stop being so disappointed.

THE SPECIALISTS MODEL SPY: "Sorry," David mumbles right before crushing his mouth to mine. Oh my God, I'm sixteen, and I've never been kissed. Please let me be doing this right. Except . . . this is it? This is about as exciting as kissing my laptop.

She knew it! Charlotte just knew it! And now her daughter was boyfriend-less! Yes! Wait-no! Oh no, poor Lu.

Then came the fateful day Mrs. Davis went through her class list, letting each boy pick his folk dance partner for the upcoming "Hooray for Culture!" assembly. Mrs. Davis called Justin's name. Jane sat up. Justin said, "Hattie Spinwell." Hattie flipped her hair. For years after, there were few things Jane distrusted so much as the words "guy's choice."

I am single because apparently the only good men are fictional.

Martin of Sheffield, Age Twenty-Nine He kissed her like she knew she was meant to be kissed. He smelled of gardens, tricked her brain into believing she was irresistible, and made the idea of falling in love seem possible again. But really he was an actor posing as a gardener, who posed as a gentleman during balls in an Austenland estate where she'd gone to find out if she could let her fantasy of Mr. Darcy die at last. Seriously. Also, he turned out to be a jackass.

Things are't working out so well, and each time the men in your life dissapoint you, you let Mr. Dary in a little bit more. Perhaps you've come tot he point where you're so attached to the idea of that scoundrel, you wont be satisfied with anything less.

As I accept the flowers, I release my grip on the balloons, and they bounce gently against the ceiling the way they did before—hovering, annoyed, frustrated, contained by the ceiling and disappointed by the limits of life.

Sometimes our heroes let us down.

Yesterday that new lipstick made me very happy," I tell the counselor. "But today, it just doesn't seem like enough.