Quotes About Disappointment

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

On their faces, disappointment braided with relief.

If your joy is derived from what society thinks of you, you're always going to be disappointed.

He thought about how life never turns out like you think and hope it will.

Perhaps I had inadvertently brushed up against the Buddhist axiom, that enlightenment is the ultimate disappointment.

Esme looks up, sees the watch in Iris's outstretched hand and shakes her head. She holds up the blue check material and Iris sees that it is a dress, a woollen dress, that it's crumpled and two of the buttons are missing, torn out from the fabric. Esme is shaking it, as if something might be caught in its folds, then casts it aside.

At the bottom of the steps, she turns to Iris, her face full of confusion. 'They said it would be there. They promised they would put it in there for me.

At the bottom of the steps, she turns to Iris, her face full of confusion. 'They said it would be there. They promised they would put it in there for me.' 'I'm sorry,' Iris says, because she doesn't know what else to say. 'I wanted it,' she says. 'I just wanted it. And they promised.

mine was white organdie with an orange-blossom trim and I didn't want the holly to tear it so she carried the wreath. She cared little for her dress. Scarlet velvet, she'd wanted. Crimson. But she got burgundy taffeta. And she said it didn't fit properly, the seams weren't straight and even I could see that but such things mattered so much to her that

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

The only paradise we know through our senses and intuition is that of the beloved, and the only hell, disappointment in love.

Children were experiments, and his had failed.

I felt suddenly let down. Not depressed, exactly. I can only describe it as that feeling you get when you have to go back to school after a perfect holiday. Reality tugging at you, like a friend you don't really like.

The train slowed down at the approach to shrewsbury station and glided between the eleventh-century abbey and the stadium of shrewsbury town football club. Two sacred arenas where men chanted and waited for a miracle that never came.

It's as if some master perfumer and necromancer had foreseen all the broken promises of your life to come, all the pangs of unrequited love and unreturned letters; the torment of watching a phone that never rings; the bright expectancy of fresh hope at breakfast, in ruins by sunset ... it was as if he took all these things and blended them into a single fragrance and called it whatever the French is for Disappointment — Désolé or Chagrin or something.

Her life's work was a fantastical pipe dream to the backers who had sanctioned the project but were now cutting back on what they considered frivolous expenditures.

There are no such things as friends. Just acquaintances who haven't let you down yet.

Her life was her major disappointment, her mistakes carved into every premature line in her face, but I wasn't going to let her use my life as her second chance.

when you're floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall.

Disappointment raced through me. But then, what did I expect? 'Sephy, I could never be bored of you, with you, around you. You're exciting, scintillating, overwhelming company!' Yeah, right! Dream on, Sephy!!

Porquinho-da-Índia Quando eu tinha seis anos Ganhei um porquinho-da-índia. Que dor de coração me dava Porque o bichinho só queria estar debaixo do fogão! Levava ele prá sala Pra os lugares mais bonitos mais limpinhos Ele não gostava: Queria era estar debaixo do fogão. Não fazia caso nenhum das minhas ternurinhas . . . — O meu porquinho-da-índia foi minha primeira namorada.

El col·lapse d'unes esperances antigues i juvenils, d'una il·lusió en darrer terme desinteressada, havia matat en ell tota vel·leïtat de rebeldia.

Hurt is anger. We feel angry because we believe that someone did not give us our due. We don't feel hurt or slighted because we are not invited to a party but because we expected to be invited; we took it for granted. "It is my due; did I not invite her to my party?

Define 'absolute shit.