Nick Kroll Quotes

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

Some pass their days as though suffering a deep sadness they cannot name. Others are unhappy because life didn't turn out the way they thought it would.

Some people will always be disappointed.

I competed at 'WrestleMania 33,' and I'm telling you, leading up to what should have been the biggest moment of my life, I couldn't find an ounce of joy.

There are so many reasons to be sad in the club.

Every time I lose a final, I am disappointed.

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

I mean you have been disappointed in love, but don't you know how many things there are to be disappointed in besides love? You are lucky to be still disappointed in love. Later it may be even more terrible.

But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it's such a drag when you're livin' in the past

It doesn't matter what you're chasing, when you get there you're gonna be like, "Oh, is this all? It kind of sucks."

Everybody's having fun, except me I'm the lonely one I live in shame.

Well, I hope you like it here, Leo. It used to be .......really nice.

The same sun which gilds all nature, and exhilarates the whole creation, does not shine upon disappointed ambition.

It’s okay. I’m used to people not wanting me at their parties.” I pushed to my feet. The stars seemed to twirl a bit with the movement. “No big deal.

There is no greater misery than false joys.

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.

Our performance during this World Cup has not been enough to progress further and both myself and all the players regret that and are hurt more than people realise.

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.