Jonathan Kozol Quotes

I have an enormous sense of having failed in life.

I constantly experience failure in that my work is never as good as I want it to be. So I live with failure.

I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.

Nothing you could do would make me mad. You're a complete official failure.

For a long time, I felt like I failed myself, my career, and my record company.

Everything I've done in my career has been for nothing.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

How my achievements mock me!

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

I longed to be bright and most certainly never was. I was rather hopeless, I suspect.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting... you.

I'm usually convinced that what I'm working on is a total disaster.

After hundreds of auditions and nothing, you're sitting home and wondering, 'What am I doing?'

I wanted to cry because it took me so many years

You try to be the best you can and sometimes it ain't damn good enough.

For me, not making the playoffs is a wasted season, a waste of time.

In my career, I finished in second place six times. I played on teams that were in it to the very end. It's frustrating.

There's a lot of disappointment when you lose a playoff game.

It is hard when you think you can do better, but things just aren't working out.

It makes you not believe in anything, when you do every single thing you can do right, and then there's still some way to mess it up.

I'm not satisfied with anything I do.

Things don't always work out as you want them to.

Sometimes when you miss out on points, it is a pity, it is a shame, because we tried to do everything in the game.

I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.

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.