Quotes About Disappointment

In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

I told her I'd wait forever for her, but that was before I found somebody else who'd give me a ride home.

I'm pretty sure this is it for the teen movie thing. It's so frustrating to read when you get to page 20 and you're like, Oy! It's the same thing again!

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

That's what happens when your personify hopes and dreams in one person. He becomes nothing more than a literary device.

That's what this is about. It's somebody I lost, all right, it's my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will.

He felt sorry for me. He wanted a plain country woman and that's what he married, and then he held it against me the rest of my life like I was supposed to change and surprise him somehow.

Note the difference between the following expressions of disappointment: Example 1 A: "You disappointed me by not coming over last evening." B: "I was disappointed when you didn't come over, because I wanted to talk over some things that were bothering me." Speaker A attributes responsibility for his disappointment solely to another person's action. Speaker B traces his feeling of disappointment to his own unfulfilled desire.

Seldom are your critics actually disappointed with you. They are usually disappointed with themselves, their circumstances, or God. You are simply a convenient target. Wayne Cordeiro

You know, talking to you is as satisfying as smashing my fingers with a hammer.

I wait every year for summer, and it is usually good, but it is never as good as that summer I am always waiting for.

It is high time that I learn to be more careful about hope, a reckless emotion for travelers. The sensible approach would be to the expect the worst, the very worst, that way you avoid grievous disappointment and who knows with a tiny bit of luck, you might even have a moderately pleasant surprise, like the difference between hell and purgatory.

It is high time that I learn to be more careful about hope, a reckless emotion for travellers. The sensible approach would be to expect the worst, the very worst; that way you avoid grievous disappointment and who knows, with a tiny bit of luck, you might even have a moderately pleasant surprise, like the difference between hell and purgatory.

Still, we're less betrayed by others, it seems, than by our own hopes and dreams.

Not that a lot of them had asked for it, or had listened to me. Not that I'm bitter about that, or anything.

And if it was this hard with Ratthi and Pin-Lee (Gurathin had never liked me and it was mutual), what was it going to be like with Mensah, if I managed to get that far? I didn't know if I could trust them. I wanted to. But I want a lot of things—freedom, unlimited downloads, new episodes of Drama Sun Islands—most of which I wasn't going to get.

Ugh, this was going to be fun, in the not at all fun sense.

Kai groaned under his breath. He had been hoping for one dramatic masterstroke that would take down the whole bridge and maybe make him feel better about his continued existence.

Fairly reasonable people often expected everyone they knew to be fairly reasonable too, and were shocked when this proved not to be the case.

Moon didn't find any of this very encouraging

No," he said, and added with devastating candor, "you were counting on me not being able to speak your language." Florian gestured helplessly. "Tremaine!" "What, so I'll get in trouble?" Annoyed, she shrugged and moved on up the corridor. "Maybe they'll force me to go to another world and fight heavily armed sorcerers who—Oh, wait, we're doing that already.

The whole thing had seemed to start out well and then devolve into a disaster almost before he noticed. Not that that's unusual. But

I have never held coincidence in must esteem,' said Grannie Jane. 'It always disappoints as a plot device in a novel and even more so in real life.

That winter the son's need for his father's love was again disappointed. On November 10, three weeks before his twelfth birthday, he wrote to him, 'You never came to see me on Sunday when you were in Brighton.' This was the second time his father had been in Brighton but had not gone to see him.