Chip Kidd Quotes

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

The times I didn't get jobs I wanted, I remember feeling dispirited - really crestfallen.

I think the moment you're convinced something's going to be good is the moment that it's not going to be.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.

The longer an event is anticipated-a milestone birthday, an eclipse, a new millennium-the more likely it is to be an anti-climax.

We came to the end, we found nothing. Nothing!!! And we cursed because we were hoping for so much less.

He who expects much will be often disappointed; yet disappointment seldom cures us of expectation, or has any other effect than that of producing a moral sentence or peevish exclamation.

Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

I feel, in the end, as if everything I've done has been a failure.

In all worldly things that a man pursues with the greatest eagerness he finds not half the pleasure in the possession that he proposed to himself in the expectation.

The greatest humiliation in life, is to work hard on something from which you expect great appreciation, and then fail to get it.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

I was very bitter, frustrated, hurt, angry - I went through all types of emotions when I first was out of the WNBA.

Writing an acceptance speech gives you the expectation of winning, and you are therefore devastated or hurt if you didn't win.

It got to be so easy that I was actually disappointed.

There are times when I think, 'I'm going to get this part. I know I am. I'm going to get this.' And then I don't, and I'm wondering, 'What happened? I went back five times!'

After you do this for a while, you get used to things not working the way you want them to. There's a job you want, and you don't get it. There's a movie you'd like to get made, and it doesn't get made. You become inured to it.

When I finally got there, to where I thought was the top, I wasn't doing what I was doing in the beginning. I was not happy.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

I obviously hoped that everything that I found would make a difference. It ended up being way behind my wildest dreams.

I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why?

The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot -- the sail he has seen.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.