Quotes About Disappointment

Hope offered, then denied. A particular cruelty.

Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished. Irene Finney had taken her daughter's death and to that sorrow she'd added a long life of entitlement and disappointment, of privilege and pride. And the dagger she'd fashioned was taking a brief break from slashing her insides, and was now pointed outward.

This was the worst story yet. The phantom life that might have been.

Armand pushed his omelette away after one bite. It was moist, with aged Comté cheese and tarragon. Just as he remembered it. Just as he liked it. But not today.

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat. She thought she'd been ready for it. She'd even dared to harbour a hope that maybe this time would be different. But of course it wasn't.

Who wouldn't want to see some owl eggs?" I said, "Come on then, they are down here." He said, "Tallulah, the answer to who wouldn't want to see some owl eggs is... me!!!!

I can't believe the poo-osity of my life!

Sometimes it's more generous to take than give, he said. "How?" Caroline asked. "To let the other person give you what he has to offer. If you're always the one giving, you never have to feel disappointed, because you don't expect anything in return. But it's miserly in its own way. Because you never leave yourself open or give the other person a chance.

When we start believing anything's possible, regrets turn into challenges, defeats into lessons learned, and heartache into magnanimity. It's all in our outlook—the lens through which we choose to view life. If we're not careful, we'll let disappointment or regret prevent us from celebrating what we have achieved.

Y luego una carta de mi madre, que se olvidó de mi cumpleaños, pero se acordó de decirme que no les he dado más que decepciones. La mandé al infierno, en una carta, y en mi corazón. También yo estoy asqueada y harta de culpa. Llegó el destierro formal: no he 'merecido la preocupación y los disgustos' que les he dado. Vale, tampoco ha merecido la pena intentar no dárselos." - Bienvenida a casa de Lucia Berlin

Fucking Nick

If you met a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they had tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.

It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it happened, did a parent feel so disappointed?

Whatever we forfeit echoes the pain from all the other times we have been disappointed in our lives.

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

the quiet break of soul that comes when you realize that what looked like a rainbow was actually only a trick of the light.

If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

The moral of the story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending

matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending

Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details.

She had nothing left inside. She'd given it all to her son. And that was the greatest heartbreak of all—no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.