disappointment

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

I was sixteen, and I honestly believed I was due a love story.

If you expect nothing, you can never be disappointed.

Here a tower shining brightOnce stood gleaming in the nightWhere now There's just the rubble in the holefrom "White City

Altruism is for thosewho can't endure their desires.There's a worldas ambiguous as a moan,a pleasure moanour earnest neighborsmight think a crime.It's where we could live.I'll say I love you,Which will lead, of course,to disappointment,but those words unsaidpoison every next moment.I will try to disappoint youbetter than anyone else has.--Mon Semblable

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once.By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root.

Once again discovered: Do what you do because you enjoy. If expect others to give credit or honor your work, you are due for disappointment

Hester, meanwhile, says we should live all of life back to front. We should be born old and age younger. Our baptism should be a ritual of our funeral. We should die as infants, content in our mothers' arms, having lost all our learning and all sense of disappointment. If only we could die, she says, not knowing we'd ever grieved.

A youth is susceptible to the influence of idealist notions. As a person ages, they notice a gap between their expectations and reality and they grow more pessimistic about the world and their ability to live up to the lofty notions that inspired a younger self.

I think most Christians hear these urgent calls to do more (or feel them internally already) and learn to live with a low-level guilt that comes from not doing enough. We know we can always pray more and give more and evangelize more, so we get used to living in a state of mild disappointment with ourselves.

I'm the poster child for Sister-Zoned. My face pops up on so many pseudo family trees, I could start my own forest.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.

Making the hard to decision to throw away a once favorite bra is like deleting an ex-friend that repeatedly let you down.

I have always lived in the present, accepted the misfortunes, made peace with the disappointments, delighted in its little blessings, found happiness in whatever the present moment has offered and sat in the shade of sadness to let the dark moments pass by.

I rode up, walked past a few miles of wallpaper that was someone's revenge for life's disappointments.

Consequences need not be the obstacles that I dread, but the direction that I need.

Life has a way of taking its toll on the person you thought you were.