Quotes About Disappointment

Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invaribly they are both disappointed.

Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.

The greatest challenge in art is in dealing with disappointment.

Eres un pesimista», recuerdo que me dijo una vez, a lo que yo le respondí que sí, que lo era, pero que eso era una ventaja. -¿Por qué? -me dijo. - Porque siempre espero lo peor. Así, cada vez que no ocurre, me sorprendo. Quedo feliz. Y cuando ocurre, porque de que ocurre, ocurre, no me deprimo ni me decepciono. Es lo acostumbrado. Es lo normal. Es como es. Pero no necesariamente como deber ser.

Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.

Cansada del estruendo mágico de las vocales Cansada de inquirir con los ojos elevados Cansada de la espera del yo de paso Cansada de aquel amor que no sucedió Cansada de mis pies que sólo saben caminar Cansada de la insidiosa fuga de preguntas Cansada de dormir y de no poder mirarme Cansada de abrir la boca y beber el viento Cansada de sostener las mismas vísceras Cansada del mar indiferente a mis angustias

Debo repetir por milésima vez que mis padres se esmeraron en arruinarme. Y lo lograron.

Cansada de aquel amor que no sucedió Cansada de mis pies que sólo saben caminar Cansada de la insidiosa fuga de preguntas Cansada de dormir y no poder mirarme Cansada de abrir la boca y beber el viento

Ives Castagnino, el músico de Palermo, se encontró una vez con una dama desconocida que le había enviado cartas durante años. Cuando la vio en la esquina, se acercó y le dijo: -Buenas noches. Soy el desengaño.

Esperar lo que nunca ocurrirá es una muerte demasiado horrible.

Ora sapete come è l'aspettativa: immaginosa, credula, sicura; alla prova poi, difficile, schizzinosa: non trova mai tanto che le basti, perché, in sostanza, non sapeva quello che si volesse; e fa scontare senza pietà il dolce che aveva dato senza ragione.

Disappointment sharpens the wit; and Renzo, who, in the straightforward path he had hitherto travelled, had not been required to subtilise much, now conceived a plan which would have done honour to a lawyer.

I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.

Trouble was, they didn't have much faith to begin with. Their dreams had gone from the beaches of Arilland to the palace ballroom and no further. Faith was a thing sewn into the patchwork skirts of a girl on another shore.

Be good for him. Teach him that disappointment starts early and never stops.

Opponents come to Old Trafford expecting an onslaught. 'Why disappoint them?' I say to my players.

The thing about Sarah was, she always did what I wanted her to do. Always. And that was because she was me, and I was her. She never disappointed me. She always showed up. Wyatt disappointed me precisely because he was real. He was a real boy who could not climb my tower in the slippery rain.

The answer to most prayers is no.

From across her husband's open grave I had thought she exuded a certain foxy mystique, but now, to my disappointment, she looked just like every other mother I knew.

All of that Hollywood stuff! Like these women wanting men to pick them up and carry them across thresholds and some of them weigh more than you do. I don't know how many marriage breakups are caused by these movie and television addicted women expecting some bouquets and kissing and hugging and being swept out like Cinderella for dinner and dancing then getting mad when a poor, scraggly husband comes in tired and sweaty from working like a dog all day, looking for some food. ~Malcolm X

If I seem cagey, it is because I am not a liar and hate being considered one, due to an accident of craft. But also, if I tell you the idea, and the description disappoints you, the novel can be lost.

I loved him, in part, for what he might be someday, which is never a good way to love someone. It was in fact a way of rejecting him, a way of rejecting who he is now, and I think in some way we both knew this.

But this is a thing more ardently to be wished than seriously to be expected.

One place like another. That was true enough, he thought. Even the merchant seamen were the same. Every ship was the last. One more voyage, just enough pay and bounty saved, and it would be used to buy a little alehouse, a chandlery, a smallholding from some country squire. But it never seemed to happen, unless the man was thrown on the beach in peacetime, or rejected as a useless cripple. The sea always won in the end. The