Quotes About Disappointment

Betrayed for cookies? Et tu, fuckers?

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot. Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that good or bad? Oh...good. I didn't mean--- So tell me how you've been. Are you mated to some nice female your parents set you up with? Blay's laugh was sharp and hard. God, no. There's no one for me.

Trez blew out his breath. "You know what my fantasy is? It ain't porn. It's good news. For once in my fucking life, I'd love to have some good news.

Well, too bad, boys—life wasn't an epi of Doctor Who. And you know what?

just as children have growing pains as their bodies work to attain maturity, as people's souls deepen and gain resonance it's the same thing. To be challenged, to stretch, to get stronger comes only with the hard stuff—loss, heartache, disappointment.

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The poor thing had cowered away from the sides of the pan, blackened on top, and developed drying cracks. It was inedible, better suited to the construction supply trade than to a dinner plate. A few dozen more of these and some mortar and she'd have that wall she wanted around her terrace.

Man, it had been worth it, though. That was great. That shit was…great. Except

As her pace through the fountain intensified and her robing started to get soaked, she leaped out of the pool and jogged around, her fists up in front of her, the punches she threw out pumping the air. Being the good, dutiful Chosen was not in her hardwiring, and that was the root of all of the problems between her and her mother. Oh, the waste. Oh, the disappointment. Oh, do get over it, mother dear. Those

Man, destiny sucked ass. It just had to barge in and piss all over everyone's rose garden. And now it was taking a shit in the other flower beds.

Don't disappointment me, son." Yeah, fuck you, daddy. O

If you are no well enough to procure your own dressing, you should not be upon your feet downstairs." "Oh, I am plenty strong to retrieve the robe. I am just trying to spare you the inevitable comparisons between our malehoods. Your disappointment would be legion. I am quite phearsom." "You are full of it.

It sucked when you cared about someone and they didn't return your feelings..

I gave him everything and it didn't work out. He didn't love me.

Oh, honey. I don't want him.

I never asked if you were married or in a committed relationship. Neither. I've had a couple of long-term relationships that didn't work out. She laid her hand over his, and the warmth of her touch seeped through him. I'm sorry. He shrugged. It's okay. Just haven't found the right one. Sometimes they're not. Which doesn't mean it hurts any less when you find that out.

He made so many promises," said the deeply disappointed Obama acolyte Barbara Walters five years into the presidency. "We thought that he was going to be . . . the next messiah." The messiah he was clearly not. He was not even an honest man. Lamented Walters, "People feel very disappointed because they expected more.

What do you want out of life? I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls. I don't know, she said. Just wait on tables and try to get along. She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

Look at that party the other night. Everybody wanted to have a good time and tried real hard but we all woke up the next day feeling sorta sad and separate.

It's terrible never to find a father in a world chock-full of fathers of all sorts.

There was excitement and the air was filled with the vibration of really joyous life that knows nothing of disappointment and "white sorrows" and all that