Sylvia Plath - Kevin Keegan - Clare Short - Walker Percy - Martin Luther King - Henry David Thoreau - Thomas Hardy - Seamus Heaney - Moliere - Marianne Faithfull - Robert Kiyosaki - Robert Burns - Thomas Hardy -
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
What disappointed me was that we didn’t play with any passion. I’m not disappointed, you know. I’m just disappointed. Kevin Keegan, post-match interview
Most of us women like men, you know; it’s just that we find them a constant disappointment. Clare Short
Social life is disappointing. The very franticness of attempts to reestablish community and festival, by partying, by groups, by club, by touristy Mardi Gras, is the best evidence of the loss of true community and festival and of the loneliness of self, stranded as it is as an unspeakable consciousness in a world from which it perceives itself as somehow estranged, stranded even within its own body, with which it sees no clear connection. Walker Percy: Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope. Martin Luther King junior
If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment. Henry David Thoreau
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfilment of that hope never entirely removes. Thomas Hardy
I think childhood is, generally speaking, a preparation for disappointment. Seamus Heaney
Betrayed and wronged in everything,
I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king,
And seek some spot unpeopled and apart
Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. Molière, The Misanthrope
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there ’neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.
Her husband, he’s off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she’d found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair. Marianne Faithfull, The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
The size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way. Robert Kiyosaki
Suspense is worse than disappointment. Robert Burns
There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness. Thomas Hardy, A Pair of Blue Eyes