Caroline B. Cooney Quotes

Some people, and I am one of them, hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Young people are cynical about love. Ultimately, cynicism is the great mask of the disappointed and betrayed heart.

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.

When I hear a grown man or woman say, "Once I had faith in men, now I have not," I am inclined to ask, "Who are you whom the world has disappointed? Have not you rather disappointed the world?"

Someone once said a cynic is just a disappointed romantic. That really, really sums me up.

She wonders what fool ever said that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all - she has never disagreed with something so much.

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

It was the momentary yielding of a nature that had been disappointed from the dawn of its perceptions, but had not quite given up all its hopeful yearnings yet.

Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain...

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.

When your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales are uncovered Myth exposed and pain magnified, the grace pays uncovered He told me to be strong, but I confused to see it so weak You say never to give up, and it hurts to see what comes to be When your hero falls soley the stars, and so does the reception of tomorrow Without my hero, theres only me alone, to deal with my sorrow Your heart ceases to work, and your soul is not happy at all What are you expected to do, when your only hero falls

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

Scratch the surface of any cynic, and you will find a wounded idealist underneath. Because of previous pain or disappointment, cynics make their conclusions about life before the questions have even been asked. This means that beyond just seeing what is wrong with the world, cynics lack the courage to do something about it. The dynamic beneath cynicism is a fear of accepting responsibility.

Social sorrow loses half its pain.