Every mope is fueled by hope.
A good pout has political clout.
Sulkers are pokers.
Good doubters make good pouters.
A steady optimism is best maintained by an occasional sulk.
Lucky exults; lost sulks.
At the center of every good sulk lies a core of hope.
Expectancy is the mother of dejectancy.
Morose may pack a lethal dose.
The silent treatment — it’s excrement.
Sulking is risky; it can lead to skulking which can lead to jail time.