Alberto Giacometti Quotes

I have an enormous sense of having failed in life.

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

I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket.

But a lot of writers - and I'm one of them - do tend to feel dissatisfied. It makes you a little hard to live with, but it's a goad and does keep you alert and restless.

You never forget the feeling of not getting to the World Series. Yes, it sticks with you.

Everyone has days where they don't get their way, where you have to go to bed early or you have too much homework to do or you can't eat the candy that you want or you miss your favorite TV show and, in those moments, you just want to tear the whole world down.

There are so many people who try so hard and have such big dreams, and it doesn't happen for them.

It was wonderful to find America, but it would have been more wonderful to miss it.

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

Expectation is the mother of all frustration.

I'm not really satisfied with anything I have written to date.

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.

So many times, I have a speech ready but no dice. Always a bridesmaid, never a mother.

I can't get no satisfaction.

The greatest evil which fortune can inflict on men is to endow them with small talents and great ambition.

We should have won this one. I think it is a lost opportunity.

It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.

Unhappiness is best defined as the difference between our talents and our expectations.

I was 19 years old, pumping gas and going nowhere. I was kind of a high school dropout at that point because I had left school to play hockey, but no one drafted me.

I thought I had swell ideas, and wonderful musicians, but the hell of it, no one else did.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

I hated my work. It never seemed to me to be what I should be doing.

I don't very often think I've done a good job. I don't like the majority of what I do. I shouldn't say I don't like it, but I'm not satisfied with almost everything that I do.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.