“Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?”

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

You drain your energy in proving your worth to the world then wonder why you feel so empty.

But we are all fake people telling each other to be our real selves.

Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.

Every attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

Because sometimes the value lasts only as long as the distance does.

Forever is timeless, time changes everything, a forever battle against time.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

You surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

I love women. I actually prefer girls, as a parent, because they disappoint at a different age. They go through that, “Dad’s an idiot,” which lasted a little longer than I’d like.

Try to not be disappointed in anything. Know that life is showing up perfectly in every moment. Today’s disappointment could be tomorrow’s springboard to all that you’ve ever wanted. In fact, it probably is.

So much about living life, to me, is about humility and gratitude. And I’ve tried very hard to have those qualities and be that person and I’m just so disappointed in myself that I allowed it to slip.

When something disappointing happened, my mother would remind me not to let that become my focus. There’s still so much to be grateful for.

Set your goals then disappoint yourself then try again! Never stop trying!

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.