Quotes About Disappointment

Not getting what you want can make you curel.

And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear?

Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

No existe nada más doloroso que contemplar a alguien cuando pierde la confianza en ti. En especial, si se trata de tu madre.

I don't want these thoughts anywhere near my mind. The weird thing is that when I withhold them, when I don't let Vanessa say them out loud, I don't sense relief from any of the people around me. I sense disappointment. They're bored. And their boredom is the thing that the meanness feeds on -A

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

There is this book, Destroy All the Cars. It's about how caring about something deeply can also make you hate the world, because the world can be really disappointing. But don't worry-- it's also funny, too. Because that's how you get through all the disappointment, right? You have to find it all funny.

You say that someday your prince will come. More than anything, you want him to reply, But what if your prince is right under your nose? Instead he says, Well, as long as he's mot one of those deposed princes... You wish he weren't such a prince. You wish he were a frog.

How was her crumbcake? oh.. from the store... .......

Troy itself was disappointingly small. Like little more than your ordinary city block and a few stories in height, practically. Although now that I remember, everything in William Shakespeare's house at Stratford-on-Avon was astonishingly tiny, too. As if only imaginary people had lived there then. Or perhaps it is only the past itself, which is always smaller than one had believed.

Even the most charmed life is a veritable travelogue of disappointment.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Oh, for Christ's sake,' I hear. 'Can we please just try to have a good time?' This is like ordering someone to find you attractive, and it doesn't work. I've tried it.

May I bring you a drink to go with those warm nuts, Mr. Sedaris? this woman looking after me asked - this as the people in coach were still boarding. The looks they gave me as they passed were the looks I give when the door of a limousine opens. You always expect to see a movie star, or, at the very least, some better dressed than you, but time and time again it's just a sloppy nobody. Thus the look, which translates to, Fuck you, Sloppy Nobody, for making me turn my head.

Watching him was like opening the door to a siniging telegram; you know it's supposed to be entertaining, but you can't get beyond the sad fact that this person actually thinks he bringing some joy into your life. Somewhere he had a mother who sifted through a shoe box of mimeographed playbills, pouring herself another drink and wondering when her son would come to his senses and swallow some drain cleaner.

But instead I am applying for a job as an elf. Even worse than applying is the very real possibility that I will not be hired, that I couldn't even find work as an elf. That's when you know you're a failure.

What's wrong? he said. I'll tell you what's wrong: you're killing us. But I thought that's what you wanted? We did, my mother wept, but not this way. It hadn't occurred to me until that moment, but I seemed to have come full circle. What started as a dodge had inadvertently become my life's work, an irony I never could have appreciated had my extraordinary parents not put me through Princeton.

We're like a pair of bad trapeze artists, reaching for each other's hands and missing every time

Making it worse, I had to sit through another endless preview for Titanic. Who do they think is going to see that movie?

Wants to set the world on fire, and if it can't happen by tomorrow morning at nine a.m., then life's just unfair and hardly worth living.

It is sad because you would like to believe that everyone is unique and then they disappoint you every time by being exactly the same, asking for the same things, reciting the exact same lines as though they have been handed a script.

Here I've given him a good eight inches and a shot at immortality and he'll turn on me the same way he did last year when I asked him to pose for a few nude sketches. Ingrate

You people are...assholes! I mean, what the hell, you can't even applaud for your own teenagers? I'd meant to but figured the team was back in coach.

Who does this—goes to the shows of people they're supposed to be proud of and counts the empty seats?