One who would really like to know himself would have to be a restless, fanatical collector of disappointments, and seeking disappointing experiences must be like an addiction, the all-determining addiction of his life, for it...

Losing your virginity is a lot like when you find out that Santa doesn’t exist… First you’re slightly disappointed, and then you’re happy because you’re in on the secret

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

Happiness is the most tired word in any language.

Can’t even feel dissapointed when seeingheaven ain’t as wonderful as ever expected.

They thrived on the rapid turnover of acquaintances, the lack of involvement with others, and the total self-sufficiency of lives which, needing nothing, were never dissapointed.

Nobody sane wants to disappoint himself intentionally.

Tomorrow, you promise yourself, things will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a repetition of today. And you disappoint yourself again and again.

When it’s over no one cares what you did

–Don’t you think the vast majority of the chaos in the world is caused by a relatively small group of disappointed men?–––I don’t know. Could be.–The men who haven’t gotten the work they expected to...

If I tell you not to follow me, it ain’t because I hate you, kiddo.I just don’t want you feel dissapointed…when seeing the truth.

I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.

One would think after all the disappointment life offers us unfortunate few we would give up the trifles connected with hope, feeling, belief and optimism in our fellow souls.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

I wasn’t disappointed. My expectations had been met.

Disappointment is the end of an illusion.