Quotes About Disappointment

Even her radiant beauty seemed to dim as he thought of the way she had fooled him.

Although Erc was bitterly disappointed, there was another route to prestige. He possessed gifts of the mind sufficient to gain admittance to the order of Druids, the intellectual class of Celtic society. Members of the order were not practitioners of a specific religion, nor were they priests in the Christian sense of the word. The Greeks were more nearly correct by describing Druids as poet-philosophers.

Everything hurts, Fergal. All the time. Start with that and life won't be able to disappoint you.

Parents like the idea of kids, they just don't like their kids.

He who seeks truth shall find beauty. He who seeks beauty shall find vanity. He who seeks order shall find gratification. He who seeks gratification shall be disappointed. He who considers himself the servant of his fellow beings shall find the joy of self-expression. He who seeks self-expression shall fall into the pit of arrogance.

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

O homem deseja muitas coisas e luta por adquiri-las, crendo que sua posse lhe trará felicidade. Isso o conduz, inevitavelmente, a decepções e sofrimentos. A pessoa prudente, que sabe o que é e aquilo de que realmente necessita, evita todas as perturbações, pois está buscando o real e não coisas efêmeras.

The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.

A political convention is just not a place where you come away with any trace of faith in human nature.

Hatred belittles you, as it is just a drop of disappointment in an ocean of indifference.

Even those who kept chanting that nothing was impossible ended up dying with unfulfilled dreams.

Patience is good sometimes, but useless when you know deep inside that you have been waiting for nothing.

The disappointment of marriages can be improved by allowing astrologers to become matchmakers.

The day's dashed hopes had temporarily reduced her to the childish presumption that someone she loved should, in return for that love, be able to read her mind.

God has committed himself, ever since creation, to working through his creatures--in particular, through his image-bearing human beings--but they have all let Him down.

He was not the king they expected.

Am I too early?" "No. He's waiting for you." The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. "I thought you'd be . . . scarier.

Frustrated, Ria threw down her napkin and rose to her feet. "If he's that great, you marry him. I will not marry a man who hasn't even attempted to French-kiss me the entire year we've been 'dating.'" Her parents yelled her name, but Jet's incredulous voice drowned them out. "Seriously? Not even a little tongue? You're right-- dude is lame.

A woman who dreams of a good home with a man who holds for her only a poor love is putting a $50 saddle on a $20 horse. She'd be far better off single than riding with him.

As we are ready to give ear and credit to those we love, he believed all she said. From this time he became distant and reserved towards me, shunning my presence as much as possible; whereas, before, he was open and communicative to me as to his sister… What I had dreaded, I now perceived had come to pass. This was the loss of his favor and good opinion; to preserve which I had studied to gain his confidence by a ready compliance with his wishes.

Yes. That's the way it is. No one's amazed by what you've been up to. For all these years, you've been performing those exhausting acrobatics not to a distant gallery, but to an empty house.

I am wild, if you like; but I stayed in my burrow a long, long time, - nibbling your straws and snapping at your fingers, but always just a little out of reach. Until at last I got to trust you so much that one day I ventured out for a minute, - and you threw rocks at me. And I will never come out again.

It was not, Zelda wrote, prosperity or the softness of life, or any instability that marred the war generation; it was a great emotional disappointment resulting from the fact that life moved in poetic gestures when they were younger and had since settled back into buffoonery.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.