James Franco Quotes

Disappointment, discouragement, and despair are nothing but the bitter fruit of an unfulfilled expectation allowed to live beyond its time.

I do not dwell on dreams I know how soon a dream becomes an expectation How can I have expectations? Look at me, No, Captain, Look at me, Look at me!

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.

And I am left behind Corrupted crushed and blind All for a dream That in truth was never really mine.

Expectations are just disappointments waiting to happen.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

I wanted to cry because it took me so many years

The only thing I'd ever wanted in my life was to be a major-league ballplayer, but I had to admit to myself that I wasn't good enough. It broke my heart.

I always wanted to play in the Super Bowl. That never happened. It hurts. I'm not going to lie about it. It's reality. You deal with it.

Hope is a dream deferred.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

Expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realise themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is subtly but often painfully felt.

Texas is rich in unredeemed dreams

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

Expectation improperly indulged in must end in disappointment.

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.

Expectations are resentment waiting to happen.

In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret, maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there.

when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.