‘Crestfallen’ is such a sad word to me. Whenever I hear someone described in this way, my heart has such sympathy for them, moreso than if they are described as “disappointed,” “inconsolable,” or “discouraged.” My commiseration is even more so if the crestfallen one is described as an old man with a wonderfully long beard.
I guess the word fully passes its emotional intent to me, for I certainly feel crestfallen once I read it.